The Voice of the Anchient Bard

Youth and delight come hither

And see the opening morn

Image of truth new born

Doubt is fled in clouds of reason

Dark disputes and artful teasing

Folly is an endless maze

Tangled roots perplex her ways

How many have fallen there?

They stubble all night over bones of the dead

And feel they know not what but care

And wish to lead others when they should be led.


William Blake
 

Can something happen with a deceased celebrity on Facebook?

That's the strangest thing!

DOWN THERE IS A VALLEY

Very low!!!!

So low as human can be

Down in that valley

Forget your dreams

As the fog pours in

Here there are bodies

A whole community of skin

Go forth little angels

Let the story begin!!

Very high

In a plane

To a place

In a grace

Note

Paper air!