Pitch pupil portal dilate, 
Betray an understanding; 
Fear comprehension doth create, 
Beholding human standing. 
Cower, creep, in sleep, in death, 
Yet solid real infinity; 
Described in physics, not by breath, 
False fatal phantom trinity. 
No guiding star but palpable 
Leads this infinitesimal. 
Purposelessness of all mankind 
Rolls black and bloated bursting mind.

Copyright 2001 Adam Lyons


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