Man

Behold me, a composite of all atoms.
The core of life is within me;
Behold, I am "Spirit and Matter."
The elements of "Matter" remain with their kind.
The elements of "Spirit" flow forth
To rejoin their kind.
There is the parting of the way,
For spirit is but measured and dealt in matter.
It hath no part with matter, neither doth it
Leave a stain of its substance upon the clay.
Clay is but clod, and droppeth awhither.
The cup is moulded and ground
And dispersed in dust before the winds!
While the "'spirit" encircles the universes!
And forgets the crumbling atoms, save to smile
Upon newer cups at their measuring.