‘What to do’ and ‘How to live’

And ‘Consciousness – the reason?’

Recurred each thinking season

‘The universe must give’

I said ‘the answer – soon

Somewhere beneath the moon’

A muse – very good-looking

With wiry, fiery hair

Tasty, clothed or bare,

(Such skin!) would not be brooking

Philosophy’s meanders

And dealt them swift right-handers

Such skill at love – she had it

Truth? That’s what she brought me

Hope no longer sought me,

She paid it as deposit

On Life – that’s life together

Fulfilment, two in tether

Now when I think on things and doubt

Her love cries “cuntstruck – leave it out!”