What doth the Peacock cry? Hast thou heard? Hast thou heard, it's message say? Or, having heard, hast said, or rather than, a compound lie? For bird has seen, with hundred eye, the nature of the world.
What doth the Peacock cry? Will not thou say? Come forth, thou, from thy starry throne, to answer as transparently. What is the game thou manifest'th here, that Royalty has known? For all is not, as would appear, for, tis not raiment that a creature wear, but what is in a creature's craw, that makes it's purpose plain.
What doth the Peacock cry? Come! Whisper...I have heard the thing, and know, and now see through the world all other's view, another way. Hast thou, hesitant, put down thine aim, to listen to the bird of heaven say..."Maya...Maya...Maya", and dost thou know what Maya mean? Illusion...illusion is the game.
Written by Bruce James Clyde 2015
Art: Albertus Verhoesen, Peacock, Rooster and Chickens In a Garden
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