Procure the abstract clay of thought,
shape what is known of philosophies,
into Parnassus – cupidity above Delphi
to escape human risk.
Knowledge, the pelf,
slithered from clairvoyant lips.
A desire to see all there is,
be, to feel and speak of it –
the unwritten and tragic wish.
Conscript, King or priest,
all search for the mother’s gift.
The everlasting taste of truth,
a fruit to be plucked;
a pain which inflicts.
Aspire to climb,
either inscribed in divine,
science or rhyme.