To ‘Know thyself’ completely, oracle,
Is not so easy, as you know too well,
But ‘Know thyself as much as possible’
Is what I think I know you try to tell.
You counsel care, recounting how fools fell
When flying too high, like the feathered son,
But your pronouncement fails to fully spell
Out rules that, together, say ‘Walk, don’t run!’
However we endeavour, we are spun
By careless scissor sisters with feeble
Thread, but insist that our poor sense of smell
And its four brothers can dispense wisdom.
‘I think I think, therefore it’s plausible
I am,’ is all I know, oh oracle!
Thur 7 June 2007
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