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Like old plowman-warrior splendid in armor
This aspiring paladin
Straight from one of Goya’s etchings
Will find himself ‘equally mad’

Ghosting the grounds of Eden
As he sets sight on Orpheus’ lyre,
Which playing itself, itself~sways
Amongst the rolling rocks & trees,

giving its gift
of solace
to the w¥£∆e animals
& slithering beast~

yeah–the slithering beast
who miraculously has (like finally)
grown himself not some balls
but a pair of arms & legs