I had a wander round that Poets Corner, but couldn't find a forum to ask this question. Anyone mind if I ask it here? My father has been trying to find the author of the following piece for ages. Any of you clever word people recognise it, Peter T, Art Theime et al?

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Traducing from the ancient and forgotten text of the future tongue - the ancestral poet says, in silent afflatus of revealed error; (though his metre is not capable of reproduction in known measures - Ed) "The wind of evolution blows athwart the opposing meridians of Reason

Objectivity, and visceral sensation alike denote perturbation of the medullary tissue, inherited from your reptilian forefathers. What you call 'Reason' is determination of patterns in the lumber-room within Cromagnon's premature yet worn-out mind.

If 'order' has existence it consists, subjectively, only in a chosen manipulation of mock detachment and loose ley-line lore. The atom, seen to oscillate, creating an appearance of ordered repetition and predictable frequency, you interpret the vibration as an absolute phenomenon

But, at the Directrix of elliptic obliquity, on which the eye, at the end/origin of 'Continuum' is vectorially aligned - no movement is seen in the dance of the electrons. Their frantic rhythm is the trembling of your retina, scanning in metric Terpsichore, as Pithecanthropus was wont.

These yet unwritten lines of the Janus-headed, both ways facing prophet's chronicle; echoing between the boundary poles of 'Now' and 'Then' speak of self-replenishing; explosive entropy in equilibrium; of zero plus infinity; buzzing in the neo-cortex of captive homo Planetensis........

.... of the cold distillery in disembodied cosmos, contemplating itself reflexively; condensing Nothing into Being, and back again ad some finitum; disentangling and re-knotting the phylum stuff of Omega. Wet your finger and feel ! The breeze blows Upwards, normal to both Thought amd Passion.