In The Beginning
First Man: I think, I think I am, I think.
Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star.
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our
You're magnetic ink.
First Man: I'm more than that, I know I am, at least, I think I must be.
Inner Man: There you go, man, keep as cool as you can.
It riles them to believe
That you perceive
The web they weave
And keep on thinking free.
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Posted by Rehctaw at 4:20 AM