formerly the work of history
the dream of it working
in the world but when
I looked up a small cloud
in the shape of a rampant lion
with the hind-end of a rabbit
winked at me I tell you
on the one hand a dead-pan
belief in the physical world
of the senses and on the other
no reality but in ideas and a
consciousness fit to behold them
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