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THIS IS THE WORLD
THIS IS THE WORLD
This is the world of lying connivance
Of words from doctors of letters
This is the world of our contrivance
Alit under sun through Icarus’ feathers
Which is the world of our sleepings, which
Illusion is married to the waking eye?
That is cured by the waking itch
And by scratching the infected sty
What is our world, the lying likeness of
Strips of fluff that disappear as we move
In this world there is a substance that is love
That academicians are loathe to prove
This world is half the devils and our own
Daft with wind devils in our airy head
And imprinted foibles in our marrowed bone
This is the world of Judge Roy Dread
Awake with Icarus to sun’s dazzling light
From this world’s heavy laden clouds
Melt the wax from your tallow eyed sight
And removed your self from the world’s shrouds
