I’ve read the works of plato
And I’m tired of the duality
His spirit split from body and self
His darkness for others and his light
For those who share descarte’s duel
What a sight to see such nonsense
The mind and the darkness of the body
The soul lurking about - a freudian slip
A lewdness commanded by man to exclude
Tired of the sermons: of the love and hate
On the split that must occur - let’s go east
To roam a wall made entirely of earth
Composed as it is - an immersion of dimensions
