This thought, fake you say?
touché? – Ay no, no ay…
That demon cannot win,
Let’s not ponder him again.
You doubt; ah, why, then yes!
It’s real, you do confess?
Stubborn mind. Cannot see?
All is truth – in beauty.
Perhaps, take out your eyes-
Veil of darkness. No surprise.
Clear now. It must seem,
Shake sleep, it’s but a dream.
Let those rosy fingers show,
That, thought, every man must know.
Walk the red cloth to fate,
Another man dead by mate.
May you think freely – fool!
Don’t object – books from school.
And even those replies-
Recitation. Philosophize.