Deny the air;
You must straightaway, deny the wind-
Deny the wind;
Must deny, all the things he moved here
Deny then, the magician;
You must now deny, all his tricks-
Deny the tricks;
Must of course, deny the condition:
That he made you
Close your eyes; so deny now your own eyes:
You are back to square one, again;
To deny the air; and you know that it's true
The more you avowal your select disbelief
The more that all you miss is a relief-
And that love, in a heart is housed
You can't any more, espouse.
*dedicated to all those who always say..that they can only believe what is visible by their own eyes..
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