xxv.

Dance ye

dames, ye

thoughts

In your convoluted

gest’

 

Thine jest

of muses

As if upon

a stage

 

Mine, the

theatre of

fools and naive

thrones

 

A muttering

of the mute

that falls,

that only falls

upon these ears

of deaf spectators

 

A dance only

for the blind

To be understood

by the ignorant

and dumb

Felt only by the numb.

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