The Star and the Garter

‘and usic—is the saying hard? “Shall “Cryptic Coptic” block the birth ofholy ecstasy? Forbid, Ye Gods, forbid! Posed block, you fail Co bulging heart by drooping li. can you not serve as finger-nail? ‘Ay! God ofscissors! barber God! ‘My earlier mystery did you learn? Unshoe the aching pseudopod ! Mysterious donkey, chew or churn Your human-kindness-milk to butter ! gave you gratis God's advice (Since God's responsible) to—mutter In gutter, pay your tithe to vice Since virtue kicks you down its stairs. So thus I clothed it in strange word To catch you thinking unawares. ‘Think? do you think? ‘Then, thinks a bird. Read your Descartes! Nietzsche demurred ?