Ergo

Prepare yourself for the most dangerous game:
Explain how you got here and where you'll go when you're gone.

The Enlightenment, the darkest hours, and the sun hasn't come up.
Reason! Logic! Grains of demand!
Not to mention the pin factory: Protestant Work;
Not at all for the sewing, for the money,
Collected by invisible hands, demanding supplication.

Want, where did you come from? A Big Genesis Bang.
Or fruitarian snakes.
Going straight to purgatory, St. Peter was clear.
Artsy halos, idolatry for the Borges.
Smarmy advisors, sunlit piazzas.

All has a legitimacy, you know.
Knowledge: certainty.
Socrates couldn't come up with a reason to drink poison;
Modernity wouldn't provide the logic.
Aristotle, turning over in the anachronistic grave,
Counting pebbles, statistics, McNamaran reports.

Fortitude, it must have something behind it,
Obviously something before it.
Gritting teeth: it's the way the dentists make their money
(and they always get their money - drinking from the cup of sugar
to wash down the pound of flesh).