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Random Poem:

the goatherds crooked staff
AlchemiA

Tuesday Lobsang Rampa made
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tea so his Third Eye could open
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to see dreams fortifying in aspiring hearts
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as they reach for the next beat in their comings and goings
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Socrates played the lyre by
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banging on the strings while
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humming and hawing about the trouble of
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always stressing and straining against the chains
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though he loved Phaedrus in the Symposium
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it was Xanthippe that made him seek a muse
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Hermann Hesse spoke in tongues
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while translating the synapses of a goatherd
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who arranged new ideas like glass beads
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which almost always came undone
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except when Siddartha played the lute
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in exchange for his crooked staff
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Nietzsche saw the cunning linguist
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would never solve the puzzle of the dead body
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which Zarathustra carried to his bed like a wolf
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where he lay dying of syphilis wrapped
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in the wool of many sleeping sheep
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Sibelius finally gave in to the seduction of despair
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when for many restless nights he looked up at the
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stars in the same Elysian fields where
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the goatherd lay asleep
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dreaming
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