One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star.

Now, only the vestiges remain:

Conduct a forensic examination,
Then scatter the remains:
See the fragility of the body,
In the furtherance of the truth,
Note the devil's-in-the-detail
We are condemned at the root.

A roof for his daughter,
Over a precipice-by-the-way,
His peculiar ways of thinking
Are alive today.

Some Russians worship icons,
In China there is smog,
Tom-All-Alone’s deliverance:
Was a false prologue.

Remains of thought and feeling,
Still embedded in the brain;
Flower into vestiges

Nothing will remain.

Shape-shifter-deliverance:
All that is, is not,
Numbed into meaning:
By this philosopher's

Sansculotte.