Magpiety

The same and not quite the same,

I walked through oak

Amazed that my Muse,

Mnemosyne,

Has in no way diminished my amazement.

A magpie was screeching and I said:

Magpiety?

What is magpiety?

I shall never achieveA magpie heart, a hairy nostril over the beak, a

That always renews just when coming down,

And so I shall never comprehend magpiety.

If however magpiety does not

My nature does not exist either.

Who would have guessed that, centuries later,

I would invent the question of universals?