Fellow Competition Poem by Dan Uriel

Oh ye who have been so far and yet not far
this lounge in vain and the sources
the house soaked from the old ice so the heaven
neglected my wide arrow and path

I don't want to, weak, get out with it
sick, jumping on tops of force
young, fellow competition
what they left to work for me
and raised by those who have their fields
who was exalted in this dreary age
I look at myself with envy and envy eyes
my spirit is mine, my stuff is yours
and sometimes shoddy viscera
sometimes just skeleton,
I build my heaven house with burnt stone