Spiritus Mundi
Let us look to see
Nothing we knew before time
Disfigured us all
What I use to mean
I cannot give account for
Nor you explain still
A function machine
Has swallowed us, we go in
Awake, out asleep
Becoming something
We were not meant to pursue
It pursues us here
No beauty born now
Nor beast close to Jerusalem
The lamb's long now dead.
Frogs despising hawks
Out of Egypt sucks the moon
Bloodless white. I smiled
When the door opened
The sun is rising too late
To close doors again.
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