Untwist the riddle of the Sphinx, declare
The simple answer in between the lines,
Or else face the bellowing jagged snare
Of her sharp mouth, in tongue and teeth to dine.
Life's wayward friend, Time runs away to call
Fate to draw near, and set determined course—
Unable to evade the meet at all,
Unseen till leaning on third leg, endorse
The gouging of outside mundane perception—
Though ever seeing, consuming verity
Of Oedipus' destiny, expiring pension:
Hero to incestuous orphan, clarity
What dooming Truth that crushed his noble core,
Reveals unknowing bliss, knowledge abhorred.
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