Oft in the silence of deep thought.
Your adorable omnipotent presence
Environs me with colours of eternity
I get glimpses of your omniscience
I feel I can understand Your cosmic theology.
Secure in such knowledge
I surge forward arrogantly, vainly.
Forgetting the open jaws of the crafty plotter
In square Ninety-nine. Sliding down his slimy
Interiors I reach square number one in no time
Shaken up and contrite, I arduously toil
Up the ladder, watchful and careful, to reach
Square hundred and partake in the heavenly joy.
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