Phantasm of the Senses

“To seek the real beauty, or real deformity, is as fruitless an enquiry, as to pretend to ascertain the real sweet or the real bitter. … And nothing has been experienced more liable to the revolutions of chance and fashion than these pretended decisions of science.” – David Hume (1711-1776).

Of those who starve and those who eat: 
The full soul loath the honeycomb 
But every bitter thing is sweet 
To those without a bellyful 

Declares the man in general 
Let pleasure always be 
Unexpected, unaccountable 
Mirage uncertainty 
 

The poet’s monument of brass 
Must fall like common clay 
If not it break the daily fast 
Regained on each new day