Dialogues.

It was like the Platonic myth
Smelted to a filigree
Forced into an ear hole
And poked into the thalamus
The story had layers
And fine print
And a rigidity like the immutable castes
Where walls are the end of the world
Where walls are the end of the world's webbed way
When trapped in indefinite motion
Moving surreptitiously
In an external dimension of light
I am halbermensch
The cave-dweller
Comfortably taught the myth of creation