A choice between two
will always be false,
Rather the soul of
the cosmos is hierarchy.
To only essentials
Caesar calls,
While nonessential
is shuttered and under palls.
Proper words for
proper things is important to me.
The grocer, the
restaurant and car repair
Are no more than
base subsistence.
For they do not rise
us through the air.
The ripening of new
sprout fruit they cannot bear,
No freeing
repentance, but arresting abundance
The animal bows his
head to the ground,
Sniffing and
searching for nourishment there.
Persons too search
with necks bent down
Though to not
bellies but to spirit wholly bound.
The essence of man
is to leave ground for air.
The idolatry of
these late essential things
Deprives the marrow
from the human soul.
To sit beside the
fount of teachings,
To sacrifice hours
tutored by readings,
Eviscerates man with
a pneumatic hole.
The song of the
essentials rises in our chest,
Though basic greed
to gather be now multiplied.
We are reared by
schools from our immaturest,
The community
library gathers all the rest.
In the sanctuary of
the Essence is how the soul abides.
