Poem 820








God has spoken
many times
by now..
But have we
listened?

And is The All
of gold that
which in utter
darkness
glistens?

And is The Eye..
that which
observes you
through
opaquest of
all lids,
as if it is
a crystal
lens?

Only The Devil
lets you
pay him back
without
demanding
payment
in advance.

And in
the meanwhile,
there’s still
getting high
that’s left
for me to do..
with a little
help from
my friends.

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