Footing in front of the Thing,
How many times we set out,
to mission the inward tour,
in the spillway to downcast,
we play others to outcast.
Will there be a time for it
to come forward and
anthropomorphise the feral?
Can we... can we come out of the label?
Expecting it from other
while vetoing it for another,
We do game the latter,
lunging at the demeaning platter.
I now rest the case of this Thing,
For Word and Wave are a pattern,
With the variable man like a Satan,
There was once, a Thing called Humility!
