21 March 2011

Macro macro

Macro Macro, looming right
In the morning... Oh the fright!
What immortal hand or eye
Could score in that fearful quiz-ze-ry?

In what distant deeps or biz.
Lay the answers of thine quiz?
On what wings dare I aspire?
What the hell, dare C's the higher?

And what boulder & what dart,
Could you throw right at my heart?
And just when my heart began to beat...
Another quiz? Friggin' neat.

What the answer? what the chain,
In what furnace was my brain?
What the concepts? what dread graphs
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars looked down on their peers
Who watered heaven with their tears:
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the book make thee?

Macro Macro, looming right
In the morning... Oh the fright!
What immortal hand or eye
Could score in that fearful quizzery?

-
A variant of 'The Tiger' by William Blake.

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