Recently Discovered Poems by Greg Hill

This just in from Bob Newport aka Rev. Hypocrates Magoun:

“For those of you who might have any interest at all into the personality of our PolyFather [Greg Hill], I am transcribing here a few poems that have recently turned up in a friend’s basement. Note: Original spellings by your PolyFather, not the transcriber. Rev. Hypoc.”

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TO THE HUMAN RACE

Hurry thru Hell,
      on your false footed steed.
Ashining in brilliant chrome.

Blunder thru flames,
      draw wisdom form naught,
Mark a well lighted path in the void. 

Dance, human, dance.

Gregory H. Hill 
      7-61 N.O.

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SYNDROME

Oh look into the stars, I say,
    See all things beyond, I say,
        so Grand and ah, so Bright.

Discover all, so that I say,
    See all things profound, I say
        devour Sadful Night.

The light! I scream, do help, I say,
    Things around do play, I say,
        with Me, my god; the Light.

“All will be well, doth let me now,”
    Sayeth old physician,
        “but bleed you son. 
            All will be well.”

Gregory H. Hill
          3-62

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EGO IPSE SOLUS SUM

I lay my pen to paper,
Driven by a soul incomprehensible,
And thoughts from the depths of a
            mind unknowing.

A self much too tired for its years–
So, so young in years.
Yet lonely and in despair,
Silently groping for a shred of 
            reality other than its own indescribable
            existance.

Confusion reigns in this frustrated mind,
Like an omlette make of oil paints.
My windows are colored–I sense it–
            but I have no others.

Is there a door by which I may leave?
Is there a place to which leaving is desirable?
And, finallly, from whence would I be leaving?
            And why?

Like an omlette of oil paints ever stirring,
Ever swirrling, Ever mixing.
Chaos to shaos, only the variety keeps me going.

Gregory H. Hill
          1-63

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