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Do you know me?
Do you think you’ve known me?
I see your gaze forever upon
me
In the supermarket of bad
ideas that I live in
I am the so called
irresistible force (of cosmic destiny)
I fancy myself as well an
immovable object lesson
To which you object all the more
as I snore all the more for sure!
A lyin’ in winter
You will
always be!
But I am the tyger tyger
burning bright
In Blake’s forest of the
knight;
Such a horrid sight
It would give Dante a fright!
You think you know
In what furnace burnt my
brain?
Amidst the torment and the
insane strain-
I am reborn upon this thorn
like horn
The libido of a revolution
that is the solution
For a world of pollution in
need of absolution!
I can not rest content
without some content
Of God’s great judgment day
Being under my sway today and
to stay
So as to survive the hay-day
of the fray to slay!
You know-did I say-
That indeed there is a way
To have it happen all in a
day?
An Apocalypse of terror for
those in error
In the stillness of the Knight
within the night
That’s beyond wrong &
right
He’s indeed a sullen sight
For sorry souls given over to
fright!
Cast a cold eye on life-
On death as Yeats would have
preferred it-
Horsemen pass-by!
Liberte, equalite, fraternate
my sister’s sorry sigh!
I am the godsend of Lenin
An apostle of Mao’s;
In the language of class-war
and the eternal whore
I speak of peace as being
something one finds
On the battlefield of dead
and dying bad ideas
And yet forevermore
As much as I have tried to
You will see me nevermore!
Charles
Stephen Knause
04/17/2016
