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“A Most Pernicious Thought”

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“A Most Pernicious Thought”

A most pernicious thought now feasts on my heart:
So pitiful the plaintiffs for trust’s bold choice
That luminaries silhouette an arc
Upon a scrim of virtues turned vices, flat.

Without their Source what ails a consecrated voice
But that the same golden letters that  part
What creation’s wrought now style sycophants;  ploys

Are noised as their own—their precinct the arts—
While corporate cousins likewise employ boys
Within their signs as husbandmen, warts and tarts
Upon a scrim of virtues turned vices, flat.