Utmost Perfidy Poem by Hannington Mumo

If physical manifestation were a thing so great,
Titanic towers nonexistent wouldn't rise straight
Above the haughtiest trees and their swinging peaks;
And the plants wouldn't tint the air with their streaks.

Before such amazing barbicans hugged the cobalt sky
Soaring trees colored the azure with their emerald dye,
But in their place a sage mason stood his rising tower
With superb steeples to immortalize his skill and hour.

And before those tower-massacred saplings came to life
Empty air ruled, undefeated by mortal skill and its strife.
And so pure air begot the sprouts whose place pillars take,
And immense minarets their slot forfeit when tremors shake.

Matter's fluid substance and its form are such a perfidious lie,
Hoodwinking spirit incarnates who fast sprout and rapidly die.
For prior to the huge pylons' being, there was unadulterated air,
And prior to Babels and pure air's birth, total oblivion was there.