We must put out of ourselves
Is of course the great beast
And losing most of its ballast
Lift off airborne our souls
Into a host of monarchs
We must extricate our powers
Of misperception from
The deception of our senses
While yet grounded
See into other worlds
And search for home among them
We must prepare the air
For the second coming of ourselves
A mind that loves
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this poem and your American poem vigorously remind me of René Girard and his scapegoat theory. (have i mentioned his philosophy before? or perhaps you are familiar with it?) an excellent cbc ideas series (radio podcast) can be listened to here if you are so interested -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8Y8dVVV4To
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