Ideas are clean.
They soar in the serene supernal.
I can take them out and look at them, they fit in books, they lead me down that narrow way.
And in the morning they are there.
Ideas are straight--
But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend.
Come walk with me in the mud.............
But the world is round, and a messy mortal is my friend.
Come walk with me in the mud.............
by Hugh Prather in Notes to Myself 1970
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