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By Abracadabra we signify
An infinite number of things.
'Tis the answer to What? and How? and Why?
And Whence? and Whither? -- a word whereby
The Truth (with the comfort it brings)
Is open to all who grope in night,
Crying for Wisdom's holy light.
Whether the word is a verb or a noun
Is knowledge beyond my reach.
I only know that 'tis handed down.
From sage to sage,
From age to age --
An immortal part of speech!
Of an ancient man the tale is told
That he lived to be ten centuries old,
In a cave on a mountain side.
(True, he finally died.)
The fame of his wisdom filled the land,
For his head was bald, and you'll understand
His beard was long and white
And his eyes uncommonly bright.
Philosophers gathered from far and near
To sit at his feat and hear and hear,
Though he never was heard
To utter a word
But "Abracadabra, abracadab,
Abracada, abracad,
Abraca, abrac, abra, ab!"
'Twas all he had,
'Twas all they wanted to hear, and each
Made copious notes of the mystical speech,
Which they published next --
A trickle of text
In the meadow of commentary.
Mighty big books were these,
In a number, as leaves of trees;
In learning, remarkably -- very!
He's dead,
As I said,
And the books of the sages have perished,
But his wisdom is sacredly cherished.
In Abracadabra it solemnly rings,
Like an ancient bell that forever swings.
O, I love to hear
That word make clear
Humanity's General Sense of Things.
Jamrach Holobom
In Deaton's room
Ticking slowly
Down
To
Freedom
That is not silent
I can hear the trees breathing
The wind caresses my face
Like a most familar lover
My skin
contracts
thins
Soaks up the spirit
Of the woods
Slave
Minion
I am her servant
No one knows her
Stone without
Tears within
Satan pounds his fist
He can't have her
She makes angels cry
She is Beauty
Full of evil
Hatred
Pain, rage
Even a little innocence
Windows to inside
Her eyes
In the darkness
She stirs
Breath hissing softly
Snoring in the way babies do
Completely at peace
I envy her that
And wonder
About the fights we'll have
They're inevitable I'm told
About boys
And cars
And just how late is late
But for now
peace
Doing karate
Just like the pro's on ESPN
Hands
Patting my shoulder
In the night
Asking
For a drink
Of water
Or tea
Stubbly chin
Rasping against the sheet
While the world sleeps
I love you
He says
Bubbles
When a tiny baby
Learns to blow raspberries
And blows
Over and over
Into the night
