To William Blake
Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2003 4:29 am
The golden spider wove it's fleece
over the entrance to the cave and the lair
and it's weave was like nightmares in a golden ladies hair
and the eyes in the darkness were focused and stared
and the glow it was golden and yellow and very fair
and the traps they were tripped with the skeletons lying there
and into an orb that shone like the sun on the sea
on a pillar of hate, that was black as could be
duality it exists, side by side you see
and both are patterened together in total symmetry
like the tiger that blake saw in the forrest of the night
when he was inspired and had the gift of the second sight
visionarys are weak and don't often do what's right
whiskers are awful strange and so feline touch tight
and his paintings were the most magical and mystical in the land
that ever carressed the time imprint in the medium of sand
and the magic of the visionary
explore the caves on the infinate sea
and plunge the depths of idolatry
in their insane efforts to be finally free
georges
over the entrance to the cave and the lair
and it's weave was like nightmares in a golden ladies hair
and the eyes in the darkness were focused and stared
and the glow it was golden and yellow and very fair
and the traps they were tripped with the skeletons lying there
and into an orb that shone like the sun on the sea
on a pillar of hate, that was black as could be
duality it exists, side by side you see
and both are patterened together in total symmetry
like the tiger that blake saw in the forrest of the night
when he was inspired and had the gift of the second sight
visionarys are weak and don't often do what's right
whiskers are awful strange and so feline touch tight
and his paintings were the most magical and mystical in the land
that ever carressed the time imprint in the medium of sand
and the magic of the visionary
explore the caves on the infinate sea
and plunge the depths of idolatry
in their insane efforts to be finally free
georges