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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