The Antifaustus Poem by Nathan Coppedge
The Antifaustus
One first must maunder—a-pondering for monsters—
For monsters are what remains of what is small—
And now the basic idea is greatness—
That, or excessory truths—
That, or excessory truths, or God's self-winding watch—
Then, one stops to think—if stopping is the thing to do—
A dutiful process known as life's ritual.
One must wonder about contingent age, and contingent youth…
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