The Fleeced made Golden
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"The Fleeced made Golden"
That bluebird in my heart
paints a different tune;
the Sun-tainted canary is set free
amongst the murderous crows,
a test to light scarlet matches
in the refined golden air
the flock poetically breathes in,
much purer than black sheep,
who continually march against the flow,
watched on by the immersed, those ...
hungry wolves, smiling like hidden kings
forever fleeced like lambs in sheep clothes
Candide Diderot. ‘25
“You can think clearly, only with your clothes on.”
Margaret Attwood
“Nature is to zoos as God is to churches.”
Margaret Attwood
“Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and I took the one most travelled by. It was littered with corpses, as such roads are. But as you will have noticed, my own corpse is not among them.”
Margaret Attwood
sheep, wolves,
bluebirds, canaries.
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