The Human Abstract

He sits down with holy fears

And waters the ground with tears

Then Humility takes it's root

Underneath his foot?

Soon spreads the dismal shade

Of Mystery over his head

And the catterpiller and fly

Feed on the Mystery

And it bears the fruit of Deceit

Ruddy and so fucking sweat to eat;

And the Raven his nest has made

In it's thickest shade

The Gods of the earth and sea

Sought thro'Nature to find this Tree

But their search was all in vain

There grows one in the Human Brain

Whene'er didst taste Thou the

Fruit of Deceite and of Human Abstract-

Transitory

It's sweet...

Bitter, tart and wormy

Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?

Or wilt thou go ask the worm?

Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod or bowl?

Until a thousand spirits go astray in dark

..."The human form, eternally abstract".