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".