The Spoonbill Generator

Pure Floundering

How little do we know ourselves [F]

Blinded by conceit, [Anon.]

Insecure and floundering [F]

Believing that we matter [N]

It is a construct [F]

Of pure delusion [N]

We cling to it as to a rock [F]

It is the rock of ages [Anon.]

It is ourselves
All that we know [F]

Yet not enough [Anon.]

Contributors: F, N, Anon..
Poem finished: 25th August 2003.