The Sophist

2015-07-13 12:00 am

Twilight of the twelve queers;
So twisted and obscured.
We act as though we understand them;
Though with fear.
Twelve steers led by a steer.
In twelve straight abstractions.
A beast walks without ears.
Travelling wayward through swelled sounds,
Unable to hear.
Walking billions upon billions of miles to see;
Infinitude of the spheres.