Stocks and locks and mammon trees
Towered powered auric tease
If rational’s the social squeeze
Then may I sir have magic please?
Risks and tricks to market bear
Well isn’t rational to care?
And rationally we cannot bare
The smirch of poverty’s despair...
If magic seeds our wonder-lust then rationally it’s true
In every visions dream my dear irrationals the clue.
Blake, remake the chariots,, the burning yearning bow for
all ...
May windmills meet the floured air, as Dryad leads our forest
sprawl.
Without sedition lead the dance,
We step them left for our advance...
For art is life and life is love
And love it fits us like a glove.
Unquantifiable reality
Universal humanity
Imagination
our
ultimate
Salvation..... xx
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