Neitzche

NEITZCHE

The subtle point that God is one,
The German sage could not perceive
Clear sight and mind are both a must,
So that this point one may conceive.

The flights of fancy, like a dart,
Can hit the dome of azure sky
He casts his noose on moon and sun
That seem so far above and high.

Although his natural bent of mind
From stains and blemish is quite free
His soul this dormant fact betrays,
He yearns for life replete with spree.