Thursday, May 03, 2018

Shangri-La


If you’ve observed the IT ants prepare
Their toolkits, then it’s time to take a hike.
The summits where the spectacled bear holds forth
On Can’t & Kant, where wild bees value most
Black honey, jelly royals, and labor laws,
They’re good. Caves for a cloister, that might work;
But there, above the clouds, there are no gods,
No nymphs whose every kiss is percocet.
You’re on your own. The bear says, If you can,
You must. (He speaks in German, but you get
His drift. Where there are flowers, we must fail.)
His spirit leaves no footprints in the stream.

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