Last night
I roamed confounded
Raising up and down
The pendulum of Thought
Was rattling
From one side
To the other side.
That was parallel
To rattling
That was parallel
To shifting
That was parallel
To rattling and shifting
Of the genes
O! We are imprisoned
Tied in chains
We must not cut
To all this
Rattling
Shifting
Both, my Monsignor!
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