Lawrence Hall, HSG
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                                            His Sacred Majesty

                                      Cf. Shakespeare, Sonnet 7

We are told that we mustn’t worship the sun
Nor even truth, but rather each shiny new toy
Powered by batteries and our unhappy wants
Endlessly discharging our minds and souls

We are told that we mustn’t worship the sun
But rather the mechanical fabrications of our hands
Upon the orders of our Lilith-draped masters
To STEM the possibility of thought

We probably shouldn’t worship the sun
But we are still free to think highly of him