The brilliance of it all pulls him
From sleep, whoever he may be,
Peasant in a hat of lambswool,
Professor in a parked car, stoned
On translated metaphysics,
Time traveling cat come to hunt
The mouse of the mind plagued by doubt,
Emperor of all he surveys.
He wants to put it in a box,
A curiosity of worlds,
"Waltz after Lasse in Lyby."
Wordless gifts erode breaking hearts.
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