Plato - Poem by Artchil Daug
I bow my shadow to you oh great one,
I fling my arms to the cloud of the real,
and dance in earnest to that foul boatman
that thou may awaken from his vile squeal!
The light from thy cave still flicker in shame
creating madness with these senses fail,
we see the shadow rotting souls aflame,
that black and white world this moves will impale!
But in this dance I give honor to thee
who gave birth to footnotes in lonely pages
worry not that thy dreams fell on deaf sea
thy netherworld still creep to the ages;
For as long as man is divided in two
thou shalt not rest nor bid this world adieu!
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