Up where egg and sperm pair, no one has a name

Plopping out into the sunlit world, the newborn
Clothed at once in myth
Crammed with myth
Carrying out myth
Dreaming of myth

And all the lies hold firm through the life
      like the field around a coil
And when the current of the life is finally broken,
      the myth
            leaps back out of the mind
                  the inductive arc at the opening of a switch

The body and mind finally congruent with fact through
      action
Because mind has emptied, and action is undirected
      by myth,
            misapprehensions,
                  and carefully handed down misbeliefs