Plato's expulsion of the poets

Why

hath thou

been expelled,

at first

I asked

 

But now

I know

and still

return

 

I once

expelled

you too,

your thrush

so mute

on matters

of science

and hermeneutics

 

But

I've reached

the limit

of rationality,

occasioned

the heath

and know

where to find it,

yet,

there is still

much

to be done.

 

The body

is not the soul,

there is no soul.

The body is the soul.

 

A sprig

of lilac

is all

the truth

I know.