Received Wisdom

Sing to few in small rooms Warm to your task Grasp kindness and violence Your work may come to nothing after all Stay ahead of your ghosts, Evading the specter of joyless urgency Your tragic hero, he under-understands Emperor of one idea What to leave, what to take, what to fight The opposite of anarchy Telstar, ancient satellite When you say I know Make sure there's touch in it Be there, do not invade, Leave it where you found it Will, oh, kindness and hunger Silence and silence 'Cause there will never be words There'll not be words for this What to leave, what to take, what to fight The opposite of certainty Telstar, ancient satellite