if I sort at the mean, implying we see a fact
what differences this Universe
it is yellow I distinguishing admit
to vapour such consequence, parting nothing
head inclined toward Porphyry's voice
a wolf responsible of Genesis
I whom all others wither into one
from my being rejecting sheep,
many of type dog, not nursing
following subscribed feelings
following no calling
Logos, Theos, Arche
all-condemning, belief-leeching
and you who threaten consciousness
with distant metaphysical victual
be girdled now home
redeemed of inception
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