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Poem	Socrates ghost must haunt me now, Notorious death has let him go, He comes to me with a clumsy bow, Saying in his disused voice, That I do not know I do not know, The mechanical whims of appetite Are all that I have of conscious choice, The butterfly caged in eclectic light Is my only day in the world's great night, Love is not love, it is a child Sucking his thumb and biting his lip, But grasp it all, there may be more! From the topless sky to the bottomless floor With the heavy head and the fingertip: All is not blind, obscene, and poor. Socrates stands by me stockstill, Teaching hope to my flickering will, Pointing to the sky's inexorable blue ---Old Noumenon, come true, come true!
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