The Bureaucrat’s Dream

I collect eternity’s receipts;
they are spiked on an infinite obelisk.

I enforce the regulation of tides and stars.
I frustrate the vanity of mountains.
The brisk whirr of impossible machines
spurs me to new ruthlessnesses.

I am wild.
I am a hairy man.
My brother is a smooth man,
but he shall be made hairy.

I am a hairy man,
singing

I am hairy.

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