Can I<br />mum<br />can I articulate to you<br />a mystic conception of a cosmic harmony<br />such that resides behind the surfaces<br />of humanity<br />can I<br />mum<br />can I<br />#<br />Listen son<br />I shall not stand for it<br />why should I<br />#<br />Oh go on then<br />mum<br />you ripe old plum<br />mum<br />you had your chance mate<br />and then some<br />mum<br />#<br />Some have suggested that divine knowledge <br />will give access to the mysteries of mankind<br />son<br />I am not sure about that<br />my boy<br />I would not know<br />how can I tell<br />son<br />#<br />I want to express things<br />in a clear and definite way <br />mum<br />and I want to feel a harmony<br />that surpasses the tragic<br />mum<br />but then<br />in the original process of the permanent<br />arrival and apprehension of the pure intention<br />a birthing clarification automatically proceeding<br />in delivering a definite final meaning<br />distilled into an elemental formal monumental<br />irreducible absolute majesty<br />if you see what I mean<br />mum<br />#<br />Son<br />why confine yourself like that<br />into merely discovering some permanent relations<br />in equilibrium and then in repose<br />son<br />there is no bottom to all this is there<br />no lasting remedy<br />who said that there was <br />son<br />was it you <br />son<br />I bet that it was<br />son<br />what a to do.<br />#