Behold, from the land of the farther suns 

Behold, from the land of the farther suns 
I returned. 
And I was in a reptile-swarming place, 
Peopled, otherwise, with grimaces, 
Shrouded above in black impenetrableness. 
I shrank, loathing, 
Sick with it. 
And I said to him, 
“What is this?” 
He made answer slowly, 
“Spirit, this is a world; 
This was your home.”