At Solomon's

in preached sermons of the lonely gaze
lies the saviour of the seven days
for is he not but of the eye
that solves the riddles and is the why
the days run like water and night sails like air
then is not it pity plight of men who never leave their chair
for but vague is the truth, ought u it be more solid like a stone ?
and but failure and its acceptance is the key from known to known
pain mathemates the same to love
for what is short also has height for what is below also has above
the world in eye the eye in mind mind in dream dream in sleep
from heavy light to floating darkness from painful shallows to soothing deep
you say slept i well last nigh
but if you slept well then who is the i
thus as thought is given to think
thus is life given thirsty drink
for desire abated is a limping horse
that gathers no speed and makes forward worse
tis beauty that ripens what carelessly grows
for he always was poetry and never prose