Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
Oubliette
I am not a prisoner bound
I am the oubliette
I cannot be found
Nor can I forget
The proof lies with me
Of what they would hide
What they wish not to be
I mock and chide
I vex them
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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