While alone in a crowded Universe
I pit my soul against the world's curse.
I follow the urge of my intent
to eat a forbidden sacrament.
When all at once my soul takes flight
to heights expanding the plane of sight.
When at last I settle to observe
a map made up of brain and nerve.
Upon it before me I behold
four places within me. I am told
the first is a door to all my fate,
the Medulla Oblongata Gate.
After that I see if I should follow
thought in my minds empty hollow,
a mountain within which I need climb
to find two other places in time.
The first of these a vision sure
of will in balance and made pure.
The final of these forms of sense,
a symbol of deliverance.
And so no longer the world of men
I find myself wandering wastelands again
Lost in shifting sands of brain
I must find the camel to guide me again.