Man’s mind minds the ultimate
The business of the ultimate business
Is to busy man with an illusion
Illusory of destiny fuels his faith

Man will man his faith at all cost
He believeth in the blind to unveil the heed
The treasure of sword is his pursuit
Swipes the tide and never question who hides

The first of his task is to dispel
Yet he cares less to undo the done of the known
Why does the known create the illusion?
Man dares not to question

His qualities are imprisoned not in his search
He does not seek but follows
Man follows THE KNOWN on his search
The known illustrates an idol and serves for common good

In the world man is on a hunt
The hunt hunts him and torments his ultimate gift
The known has fixed his eyes on the perishable riches
But what shall profit the mortal fellow

Unlike the wisdom of the bee hive
The known invites the tithe of his sweet sweat
He has induced fragrance of mystic around him
Man marries his palms in his worship

Man oh man! weeps his dwelling space
The known has blown his intellect and smashed his conscious
Man has clattered the ecosystem to dine and tithe
Man whines, wrings his thought to find cure.

Give man his position
Tell him about the divinity of his originality
Tell him to destroy the KNOWN’s philosophy
Tell him to read THE MANUAL BOOK and hide his name in the BRIDAL CHAMBER