Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.
Better authentic mammon than a bogus god.
Time was away and somewhere else, There were two glasses and two chairs And two people with one pulse.
Our freedom as free lancesadvances toward its endThe earth compels, upon itSonnets and birds descendAnd soon my friend We shall have no time for dances.
When our brother Fire was having his dog's day Jumping the London streets with millions of tin cans Clanking at his tail, we heard some shadow say Give the dog a bone'.
Some on commission, some for the love of learning, some because they have nothing better to do or because they hope these walls of books will deaden the drumming of the demon in their ears.
The sunlight in the gardenHardens and grows cold,We cannot cage the minuteWithin its nets of gold
Let them not make me a stone and let them not spill me, otherwise kill me.
I am not yet born; O fill me with strength against those who would freeze my humanity.
So they were married-to be the more together- And found they were never again so much together, Divided by the morning tea, By the evening paper, By children and tradesmen's bills
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