The Law

- Michael Sound

Love is the law, love under will,

And so the Fool shall drink his fill!

With motley coat and crooked grin,

He tumbles out where Truth sneaks in.

What say thee, seeker of the key?

Hast thou come to jest with me?

Or seek’st thou pearls in riddled shells,

Where saints may sink and devils dwell?

I laugh at crowns, I skip on blades,

I dance where reason dims and fades.

For I am none, and all, and naught,

The punchline that the prophets sought.

So tell me, child of night or star:

What wouldst thou if thou were czar?

Or king of worlds unseen, unsaid,

Would ye raise the living or wake the dead?

The Fool awaits thy crooked tale,

To trade a truth for each old veil.

Now speak, and let the dice be cast,

The jest is first, the truth is last.