O man thou art

O man, thou art the

Blessing and the curse

Of this fair world;

Thou art the apple 

And the worm:

Shiny and beautiful

But with the creeping rot that

Lies beneath to bring

The fair and beautiful asunder.

 

O man, thou art a

Creature of possession

Boldly wanting that which thou

Can’st ever have;

And making war

To keep that which the Earth

will never allow you to keep

In the pocket

Of your tribal ways.

 

O man, doth thou not hear the 

Lamentations of Odysseus

And his cries across time

From the wisdom of his

Journey that was about everything

And about nothing,

And is a warning that

All our desires to hold something

Are futile in the end.

 

14/10/2018

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