bleeding avarice
Bleeding Avarice
By: Me
(stream of consciouseness/poem thingy written during STAR testing, inspired by an excerpt from Thoreau's Walden--similar to "The Secret of Things")
Mine away the richest vein
The human brain--
And yours to keep
Dreams of Avarice, indeed
Beyond conception
And beneath the Heavens
You chisel into life
Let your spirit be blithe
And free
Mine away
O gilded child
The Age is bleak and dim
But live today
And lift away
The weary, clouded night
Take up your sickle
And see
Drink deeply from the stars, O child
And never fall asleep.
---something similar to this:
The human mind
is the deepest vein
in the quest to strike it rich
My heart is the chisel
and yours is the hammer
And hereabouts lies the secret of things
Together, let us strive for
The crowns of kings and queens
Here is where we shall set to mine
Here is where we begin.
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