Filthy Laugh - Lo Here Comes

Why dost thou here gaze about in devotion?
All things pass away and thou hither go with them
Blessed are those ears pointed not to the outward
But unto the truth meant to teacheth us inward

Spread over sheepwalks and scattered for lonely
On chalky corn lands where the rain makes it dreary
Wide, national life in uncarpeted fashion
Discord unsoftened by long rooms and fresh air

Lo, here comes my triumphant solitude
Lo, here flows ironic society
Lo, each blow now faces away from me
Lo, there goes my sorrow borne willingly

Patterns of sorrow, the source of our strength
Kept for plans of our debt of self-humiliation
Doctrines and systems for mystics who kiss them
Belief in experience, weary and threadbare

Forsake thyself and resign all of substance
Dispose of self love, your vain imagination
Inordinate love will be buried beneath
In our dewy acceptance of suffering our emptiness

Lo, here comes my triumphant solitude
Lo, here flows ironic society
Lo, each blow now faces away from me
Lo, there goes my sorrow borne willingly

Written by:
Alexander Jackson

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