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High Up in His Ivory Tower
High up in his ivory tower
Blake read books by the wise.
He lived by “Knowledge is power”;
An axiom for demise.
He overthrew and built anew
The science of his thought.
Although one can alter what is true
Can does not imply ought.
The more Blake learned and read his books
The less he could relate
To those who’s shallow resting hooks
Were cast without their bait.
Conversation could not be held
While Blake was in his head.
Talk washed over well-built welds
From blowtorch books he read.
As Blake prided his education
The judgments they did come.
And he developed a fixation
With others’ mental slums.
He thought of himself as far better
Because he’d learned so much.
Yet knowledge was his greatest debtor:
He used it as his crutch.