To claim these verses as my own would be to be a traitor
So listen to the voice of the Ancient Bard, my Author and Creator:


I am the universe

The singer, the song and the sing-song

The ringer, the bell and the ding-dong

The immortal artist and the art and the mortal eye

I am the meaning of words,

The definite article, the present participle,

The past and future perfect.

I am the nature of truth

The one true nature

And the true nature of one:

The numeral and the innumerable

The single and the many thousand things:

The soul and the whole

The rice and the bowl

The author and the play

The night and the day

The cradle and the hearse

The poet and the verse

In this one verse

This Universe.


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