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We Brought the Darkness Under (Reprise)

You think because I always mean you well
No matter what your mood might mean for me
Because I always choose the truth to tell
Saying only, exactly, what I see

Because I sometimes act apparently
To my own interests oppositely
Perceiving as I do the whole good be
Also eventually good for me

You think that I must be a shallow soul
Unacquainted my spirit’s darkness with
Awareness lacking of my human whole
Allow me to inform you, then, forthwith

The darkest souls of all fine arts are in:
We brought that darkness under discipline

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A poet is the strangest sort of soul
You in this life may e'er expect to meet
More broken even while more truly whole,
Innocently intending well, more sweet

Than any but a five year old should be
Unfit to meet a callused world's demand
Or to behave aught expediently
All grace in flight; an albatross on land

Do not the all too common error make
Do not fall into the too easy trap
Avoid the fatal egoic mistake
Imagining that poet be a sap

Powerful spirits classic and antique
Give voice when poets ope their mouths to speak

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