“The outcome was philosophical dualism with all the tragic-comic woes attendant on spiritual dichotomy.”
– Robert Graves, The White Goddess
And you’ve realized an end of this winding road,
Or so you thought from way back at the start;
That I know that I know nothing deeper than you.
& to know the depths I must have found you out
Yes, here I always was too!
It’s a grand joke pulled from the repertoire
You play the trade, it’s a choice not to register me.
You willingly think, but deny that it has any weight
Look at you struggle, just as the smidiots;
Contort and twist your reason each season
But who am I to warn you of tragedy?
Now this is yours, and so it’s mine as we feed off the vine