the lamps on the porches




lost in clouds that change with whim and turning thought, and tripped by Maya's disconcerting words that ripen in tall trees, drooping from their growing weight and falling onto the jungle planes of thought and from there, gathered into the worlds of poets, the names for unknown things mock the image they suggest and conceal the many paths through the forest to the garden of forking paths which leads to the palace of wisdom. the answer is no, though yes is your prayer. god is Man's greatest imagining...

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