117

Fine, the future for resisting
useful, the present, for existing
all the same
only the passee
is composee
and justifies all claims.

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142

God's eyes open-
a generation lives;
God's eyes close-
it dies.
Poor God cannot decide
how He likes His eyes better:
open or closed.

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59

Happy, tell No-One.
No-One will guarentee
you will stay that way.

Or, happy, tell All.
All will give you many good
reasons you are not.

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130

Easy delusion?
tough reality?
Wondering what to do
Always choose the latter
& work it through.
You will be happier
and freer if you do.

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132

Two thousand years of delusion
engrafted on five-
my, how they scrap and contradict;
my, how when not scrapping,
they love one another.

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Divine Courtesy

God, God bless him, is so polite-
We say what he thinks, will do or prefers,
And whether we're wrong or whether we're right
God never demurs.

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80

Have you heard how Moliere
in the final scene
sank into a chair,
blew his candle out, smiled,
clutched his side and died?
The crowd went wild!

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Briefs 3

To those who have succeeded
I would say
Congratulations! Enjoy your millions.
To those who have not
and worry about it, I would say
'Keep trying'.

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181

I haven't eyes enough to see you.
Here in this night where little light descends;
the chilly wastes that divvy me from you
obscure you, recommend.

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182

With you, all secrets end.
Each in turn sweeps over,
breaks on your pedestal,
falls to seething;
recesses scoured
the face fitter than the mask.

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