this is my kingdom ashland haven,
my world the foolish cursed as Earth,
and here there are no unbroken stones
or pools not still nor deep enough
to drown in; do not drink the water
it is fraught with foreign life
that seeks to live within you though
it will kill you doing so. the skinny
trees bear ornamental fruit; eat of it
and know no hunger, eat of it but know
it is no food for you and still will only slake
as much as food is able.  starvation is
the human god and i as it will set
for us no banquet table.  do not corrupt
your sucking lusts with idle satisfaction;
pare back the self to naught but ribs
that in the least you know where
your own cage is, that in the least
you know your own for what it is without you, nothing:
and then there was Light