The Ecphorizer
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I am descartes thinks i am Does no demon deceive any man Is life real or only a sham Is anyone out there but me or you And if not you what can i do But despair here lonely my whole life through Is there reason for your life or mine If not mine then wholly in thine Wholly other for whom my heart pines What other absolute is there in life No reward for stress or this strife Nothing left past Occam's sharp knife Remember now what you always knew Sketch out in sand what is two plus two Call for the fire with the chosen few Return through death to life regain Flee from sorrow escape from pain Find the beyond utterly new plane What is the answer  Dale Adams, a Mensan from central California, writes poetry as a break from his weightier philosophical and religious researches. |
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