Analysis of Birth-Dues

Joy is a trick in the air; pleasure is merely
     contemptible, the dangled
Carrot the ass follows to market or precipice;
But limitary pain -- the rock under the tower
     and the hewn coping
That takes thunder at the head of the turret-
Terrible and real. Therefore a mindless dervish
     carving himself
With knives will seem to have conquered the world.

The world's God is treacherous and full of
     unreason; a torturer, but also
The only foundation and the only fountain.
Who fights him eats his own flesh and perishes
     of hunger; who hides in the grave
To escape him is dead; who enters the Indian
Recession to escape him is dead; who falls in
     love with the God is washed clean
Of death desired and of death dreaded.

He has joy, but Joy is a trick in the air; and
     pleasure, but pleasure is contemptible;
And peace; and is based on solider than pain.
He has broken boundaries a little and that will
estrange him; he is monstrous, but not
To the measure of the God.... But I having told
     you--
However I suppose that few in the world have
     energy to hear effectively-
Have paid my birth-dues; am quits with the
     people.

Submitted by Holt