Death of Plotinus

Friendly sage from the starless height Now dying without fright In his human and earthly sight The cosmos dimmed its light Dying from old diphtheria Still his will looked higher He lost his voice to teach and greet That poured wisdom so sweet All he could do was meekly bleat Uclers formed on his feet Uclers broke through his gentle hands And sweat poured from his glands “I’ve been waiting to see You at last before I am free The Divine within me I will give back with childlike glee To the Good and Divine To the highest, beautiful Vine” “I have hope for you too I will fly the path of the few The path that Plato knew I am glad you will see me through” He said as he leaked puss To his dear friend Eustochius His friend was by his side Glad in the fertile countryside A snake slithered to hide With logos as his inner guide He took his final breath Greeting his diligent friend, death He left at sixty-six No longer bound to fleshly tricks Flew above stars and Styx Flew high above the craftsman’s bricks He ascended to the One Thus, his own friendly will was done