Music the substance of my soul Comes from realms so far above It is not seen but felt in all, The inner being we name as love.
In this world to which I've come Weak and ignorant of all lives past Still am I the child and sum Of all the births and deaths amassed
That now I sing a higher song Of progress in the planes of light To which all human beings long Escaping from the bonds of night,
My melodies will one day ring When Superman is crowned as king.
Poems Undated (1727)
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