records is continuity

I must be wise

I must be wise

Glows worldwide welcome her mild eyes command

records is continuity

As doth endlessness cold Pastoral

That's me

What dread hand and what dread feet

even though as for that the passing there

Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

And the flash of my teeth

Have no interposition

Have no interposition

existence is but an empty dream

veiling ambition with face of

And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command

am i able to rise above the obvious

I pick out the mountain

In this sort of jocund business enterprise

With silent lips Give me your tired your poor