Lawrence Hall, HSG
His Sacred Majesty
Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 7
We are told that we
mustn’t worship the sun
Nor even truth, but rather
each shiny new toy
Powered by batteries and
our unhappy wants
Endlessly discharging our
minds and souls
We are told that we
mustn’t worship the sun
But rather the mechanical
fabrications of our hands
Upon the orders of our Lilith-draped
masters
To STEM the possibility of
thought
We probably shouldn’t
worship the sun
But we are still free to
think highly of him
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