Man is dilusional.
In each dumb thing
Does he see, for a god
What's worth finding.
In elephant; snake;
And goat-like Pan.
The dignity of worship
Degrades he, Man.
Bows to the morning
One, I suspect
By reflective impulse
Needs to connect
To what high, does rise
And bright, brightest
For that light, who is Light!
And heart' s true rest.
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