We used to read a book
Encoded in our everywhere
But several teaching brains
Soon started to plant herein
Nor seed nor thriving grain
But odd dates for pains
Of peoples that will oddly last
For more than a memory sigh
We had to say goodbye
To this hardback cover
That scrolled itself all over
Where the code underlies
To stop the godification
Glorification of mortal souls
On account of other signs
Simply those of time
No argument of authority
Was needed for us to read
Perceptively the enclosed
Code encoded in our life
No religion could convert
Our god and our whole
Nor bend nor mend what
From the origin was right
Ouvert ouvertable ouverture
Couvert couvertable
Soul
No law was more just
Fair or fearful than that
Of our own called heart
Or conscience
Or awareness
Or faith
However late we read it now
