In the Beginning
(Graeme Edge)
First Man: I think, I think I am, I think.
Establishment: Of course you are my bright little star.
I've miles and miles of files
Pretty files of your forefather's fruit
And now to suit our great computer
You're magnetic ink.
First Man: I'm more than that, I know I am,
At least, I think I must be.
Inner Man: There you go, man, keep as cool as you can.
Face piles and piles of trials with smiles
It riles them to believe that you perceive
The web they weave.... and keep on thinking free.