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Jn th’ place thov hast seen only in uiſions who dither hence
Silver cloods and little dreams that thither deep inſide
The skool, from inſide you meditate your way to places
Higher than the cloods a place a freedom far from hær
You can diue and dance act with no fær
A land yov’v conjured in your mind a place in a falſe light?
Still you moue your palmes conſtruct a kingdom glory pouer might
To exercise beneuolence no more warres you’ll have to fight
Yet as you dub courtieres with honour, someone tilets a head
She aſks you how you got here, From what land were you led, king ?
Somehow she urges you to honeſty meditation, is what yov say
Cartesian? No no, you say What then? Eclectic, you say.
She lovghes at your ansvver it is fooljsh to her, and yet, she say,
Here you are. What will you do to this land you have ?
She shaykes her hed, disappointment in face.
She knows that if you heard the words she had, your place
In this land and your mind would be gone.
Maybe next time, she says, musically, as a muse ought,
Then flovrishing her long golden locks, she ties her hair,
Prince of the Solune, leaving the cerebral game unfovght.
Decades, scores, paſs by and in your diminiſhed age, she returns.
Shocked, aſking her why she hasn’t aged a moment, she turns,
Looks down on you now arced over a cane,
Sire, why, she says, neither have you.
Why are you still here, after so long?
This is a place of memory, she says, a place for the
Mind to be free I thought you’d have
Known better, and set your own thoughts free
But instead you kept the phantasy
So in this place, you will never be free
Trapped in here forever a form of madness, she says
She waxes unencumbered have you ever wondered, she says
Have you never ever wondered
What this place
Is, she says
This is the vvorld of my own command, you say,
It heeds my beck and call
I am in controll here royalty & all
No onne disobes I rule nobley with skill
And I comand throu force of will
This is a world of thought, she says, open to a certain
Few It is a
Pity that you’ve ruined it since you met me here too.
No one disobeys you because no one really can
There is nobody else here no consciousness, you understand?
The only sign of life up here, apart from you is me.
You know I thought I had created here, but really I had not.
This is a shared headspace t’was first Plato who had thought
There was a world of forms and I took it one step further on
You come here in your thoughts alone, to stay here, mind is rife.
And your thoughts are all wrong so if you want to live your life,
You must leave here, go back home, you must leave here and be strong.