Man confused
Hair ruffed
Glasses tight
Behind the glasses eyes of revolution blow.
And yet
That tongue that revolution will not speak.
And yet the so-called wonders
That simple Principles explain
Leave these to be mysteries called.
Man I do not dislike you, that you be confused
But only the tongue-tied silence.
For Wisdom deeper the vaster it shall be.
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