Come then, Athena, with hand upraised over the pyre
Let the pots and all the dishes turn out well fired
But if you turn shameless and leave the urns unfilled
Then I call together the destroyers of kilns
Shatter and smash and char and crash and crudeness
Who can work this craft much mischief

And as a horse's jaw grinds
So the clay of your mind
Will lament to be cinder and lime
How ceramic is time?
How luckless is life?
What a cruelty to never unbind

Just don't look inside
Don't look inside
Don't look inside
There's no truth you won't find