I've been reading Plato's Proclus
And the other sacred masters
Alongside the latest poems and novels
Until it's all a fine muddle
Weren't the first hymns
To Chaos and Bewilderment
The god Ignorance
Who is torn to pieces
By the intervening years
Of conscientious study
Of moods and words
Connections we know are there
Now more and more begin to hear
The call of that first human being
Who looks exactly like you
Recognizable in all the stories
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