Revelation

See yonder creature on his climb

Pathetic in aspect but with mind

To know of himself.

He knows not whence he comes

Only vague allusion and sense

He climbs in rage and sick

To shake his fist and demand the gods:

Reveal to me the metaphysic!

He may sit unto the end of life

Hearing nothing but bitter wind

On which a whisper may at times flow

Alighting to suppurate and fester

Leading only to his question:

Is it anything I can know?