Sweet opium of the masses fill my soul
Sweet opium of the masses fill my soul,
Far better drink of you than Wisdom's death,
For 'knowing' they know nothing of true worth
But what is seen of planets and of earth.
My soul is vaster than the universe,
My mind alone is caught within its bounds
Yet deep to deep calls out to me in truth
And in The One who formed me I am found.
Frank Westall 28/10/2014