Knowledge is a shaft of light
Breaking through the cracks
Of dungeon walls
For a time in reach
Then dissolving
As the bits of dust within that light
Our bodily concatenations
Impinging upward toward truth
Motion of mind
Hot coals underfoot
A wise man rules over phantoms
For fairdom
Nutritive soul, airy appetite
Waxing worldly worries
Truth is the shadow, the echo a memory
Yet the wax remains
From underworld’s darkness
As extended
And known into judgment.