'In darkness of Death, young stars wonder why, The moon with her sickle so harvests the sky'. Oooh! I wish I could write like that. Yes. Bible black. That's a nice colour. Let's look for it in this word-paint catalogue....Aha! here it is! opposite lamb white. Indeed. Last night I dreamt I was playing the neigh-piano with my teeth. And when I woke up, I had eaten a zebra. Black and white, dark and light. All colours and none. None there, all here. What are we left with? None. That's quite black, and refuted - it says here -by the beautiful light that is Idris I'veforgottenverymuchunderabushel. Take it away, and don't bring it back, Idris I'veforgottenverymuchunderabushel!:-
Is doubt in mind Self-contradiction?
Is sceptic sure, if sure's a fiction?
Now lay you down and play with me
And see the magic in the diction
In words drown I, in words alas!
Drown I, in words drown I
And vice versa, thus we've learned
That only contrast be discerned
Let's write a word, we'll call ideal
Is in-between the letters real?
We see the space, takes time as well
Now cut and paste to make the spell
-To poco-scribes and pedants slow
And all who ought to better know
Concede the next twixt me and you
Need only at the net be true -
The sentences of minds and men
Are underwrit by logic's pen
And solipsism, Self same set
If true would read inhocernet
Dear Time hath flown from golden throne
In more than metaphor hath shown
We read these lines before and after
If wonder asked then answered laughter
REJ:- Beth? Palin-what? Is that some kind of Alaskan camel? Backwards?! Wel, you'd know - talking the language of heaven. No it's not. English is quite straightforward -
II:- I didn't say a word.