many have tried to cage clarity
and failed
it's forms are infinite!
those who claim to
walk with it
or even hold it captive
will have to face
it's many faces
and the most divine books
are just sparkles
in the raging sun
still, let them be read
but no more than
the clouds
by children in green meadows
and the most powerful people
are just products of discomfort
in their own marketplace
still, let them be crowned
but no more than
the sounds
by drums in golden rings
and the most rigid institutions
are just catalysts for the greatest change
in the ashes of it's passing past
still, let them hold their minds
but no more than
the magic
by mystery in black nights
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