The Sage Considers the Bishop's Advice

it is addressed thusly:
A thought.
it reads:
You have not heard from me
In long, perhaps, you think me dead
Is it rather I am lost inside my head
But this is no matter you see
We wonder if we shall ever find
The way back to our own kind
The wind of change - it is strong
To oppose it directly - no human thing
No foot, no wheel, no tread, no wing
Will avail against its gale for long
The prince of the air! But cast out
Is he who once rode its brazen rout
And so the whirlwind without mind
Reels us towards a dizzy cliff
End becomes when, not if
The wise find something strong to bind
But the bold overcome it quite simply -
When they move diagonally.

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