I tried to look inside you head
And did not know where I was going to
The moment was my weakest yet
Quiet enigmas facing a deeper blue
Of Africa, the diamond stead
Crawling around the fires and the gloom
Looking where the flame-dust led
They cried out and sought a starlight true.
Of randomness a prophet said
“Ramble on does the unwise fool.”
His melting bones are long-since dead
But his teachings will always find truth.
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