"Life is short, eternity is long" (John Henry Newman)
It was face, and it was eyes, at first
The asphyxiating power of chins-- now every strutting cleric in
cane and top hat stupidly mimics it
It is now hugs, and it lacks eyes: trained in the sands & winds,
simulacrum to the wise
To dress and get fat are its rule, & to invite doctors to its table
rather than to be one
It was principium but now goes after neat retreats and rainbows:
the unalterableness of parades
Psychic or animal: to choose then meant to be face and eyes,
& eating felt like it
It was okay to be heretical so long as it felt like it, and it hurt
& and now it doesn't
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