Esoteric Enigmatic Eclectic
The e’s have it.
Mysteries stammering, slamming
Away like silent thunder
Oxymoroning us blind,
Obsessive, oblivious.
O, to be omniscient,
Paranomasticly prescient.
When I become cold in my sleep
I dream of opening a door - - -
There, the face of Evil screams.
I scream.
But there is only one voice,
A long eee in the first person
Present indicative tense.
Behold,
Let every ear see
How we cling to e,
How we sit at Its right hand
And say, "Depart from me
Ye wicked, unfaithful z."
(Yes,
even an e after we
discard the w.)
In the beginning was the Word
And the Word was the scream
Of a voice in the wilderness,
"Repent and be e.
Make straight the Way
For Art is narrow
And few shall be seen
through the eye of an e."