The Spartans were today
by vultures’ tone awakened
the august chasms
still nearby the autumn heart

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light autumn wings
I am immortalizing them delicately
in the superbest vase
as well as in picture on the wall

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in a temple of a wisdom
Athena’s in the isle
the muser evokes miracles
the helots dream very finely

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the destines of perioikoi
are slumbering in an ancient grotto
unusual autumn-songs flying

they become the philosophic hoard

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the atomists find thereby
the edenic afflatus
in hawk's eyes and in wings
of the philosophic discharge

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the natural philosophers are waking
in the balmy homesickness
the autumn loves all sophists
it donates notebooks to Wise Men

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a whiff of the eschatology
the sceptics and stoics
are going strutting arm in arm

to the moony fire

 

to the purest best gleam

an apotheosis - a worship

become a sweaty salvation of heart

from Plato full of the starry impact

 

 

 

in the distant cave there is

an idyllic rainbow

the freed caveman

is drunken from an ambrosia

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the troglodytes adjusted
by little dew such a laurel freedom
they delight in a poem
in the shooting star that falls dawn

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in the pond of the Becoming and Faith
the meteorites down here
orderly word of being
for Aristotle more beautiful

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he is being as a rambler led
into the path of musing stars
Tyrtaeus’ lyre is musing about
the experiential eudemonia

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the morning daydream is picturesque
Be awake and becharmed when
the deduction with induction 

seem to be fraternized!

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quire – archaic: choir