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The Matrix of IndolenceBy Paul Hall, April, 1986, Mt. Isa, Australia.
Where thoughts do jump a matrix is that ends in wry or good, that bring to the conclusions of confused or understood. And there in thin chasms between the thought's insight, in waves and then in spasms eternity does fight
Against
that which shall never be, if only man would look lest that which he does entertain be stricken from life's book. But they say "Que sera, sera!" resigning all to fate, where matrices of indolence dash all hope until too late.
Until too late.
But then, where no great struggle is there soon goes out the light. Where merciful protection is snuffed out into night. And a matrix of confusion is fitted to man's thought. He gossips contrived rights and wrongs where cheap his soul is bought.
By
That which shall never be. if only man would look lest that which he does entertain be stricken from life's book. But they say "Que sera, sera!" resigning all to fate, where matrices of indolence dash all hope until too late.
Until too late.
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