Selected Works Of Adam Smith

Thought
By Adam Smith

Shining, emitting radiance, illuminesant
Rays of purple, dark, but incandescent
Nature of the being is lost,
Lost in worlds that turn to dust
At sight, the being seems asleep
So deep the furthest dream would weep
If faced with death and black non-stars
Controlling centre mental wars
Of servitude in glory’s court
Of crimson glass with no report
Of prisoners held in silver globes
And steel, gold and copper probes
The furthest reaches of the touch
Of man, but he who touched too much
Hatred now the King and Queen
Must decide who they have seen
Today, Tomorrow, Forever, Now
The time is slipping but we know how
Do we know how? To stop decay
and stay away from day today,
Today’s the day to stop the play
Stop the play! I cannot say
Our actors died a little more
Would do to get us through the door
And to your left you see yourself
Blazing quietly in your health
Is the most important thing,
The metaphysical wedding ring
Of Saturn and of planets gold
Found under the rocks of old
Women’s stories by the fire
Space and Time cast on the pyre
Burning slowly waits the sound
Of the being soaring starward bound
By holes and dents and tied with myth
a logical step towards being with
Celestial bodies getting down
Among the fire all around
The stones standing freely there
Is no time to stop and stare
At trees and moon and wingèd bird,
All of which I overheard
A sound as I was passing through
The sun and mind and noticed few
Companions who for me had led
To distractions on the path ahead
Of me I saw a figure draped
With bodies mangles, maimed and raped
The virgin of the forest night
Screamed to her to give it sight
To see the sky above it’s pride
Which it holds down deep inside
The cave lives an opaque man
Who could not sleep therefore he ran
Into a friend he could not place
Upon the shelf “The Human Race”
Began when old was young once more
From the top the sound is scored
And scratched by indestructible force
And enter the rhythm of the coarse
Which lies beyond the space of time
To spare a thought to those who rhyme
The nature of the purple being
One of many already fleeing
From the warlord in the mist
Your sweet and lacèd subtle kiss
The one who lies about to die
So he may know we said goodbye,
Goodbye, Hello, yourself it is!
An honour to have heard from his
To hers we travel on in style
Bowing graciously all the while
We sit and stop and gaze at rain
We feel we will never be the same
But different it is said we are
The only ones to see the stars
Shine without respite or colour
Of the sad and silver lover
Who henceforth shall be known as God
Of Thunder, God of Rain and odd
Extremities sparkling like the death
Toll rising, the last breath
A later music joins the soul
Reason for my staying whole.

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