furphy edit

‘came, way, in-some unreal words
think therefore i am that
phantasm only-thought…’ conception
sham which brings us, by chunders!
(no substance thought nor act nothing exists)
this, quaint contraption here below is
not a magic shadow show where phantom
figures come & go as-held!
show has time & space enough but here-we
have such stuff as dreams are made of
fluff &! the, scheme be sure.

seem to quote a well known psalm-theyre
a transient dream of brahm-all through
of the past at which notation. (aghast
last lone functionless & calm nothing
can obtrude upon his…) his
nothing is but brahm the past &
unite-beneath times flowing tide
(to cite, bard of, uncle sam
in aeons dim to apprehensions very
insignificant to him a bagatelle to?…)
for once in his negation deep he somehow chanced to
that forty wings there ran a flitting dream
time: ‘this stellar lens of ours’.
powers?
sublime, at furious,
yet keeping time & so remote that to
fixtures in the sky but…
a million, years further, by chunders!