Thought is the Enemy of Man
The Poem is not The Thing
The Writing is on the Grammar School Wall
Keep this out of the Cost of University.
The past is not the future
The High is NOT the low
The Lord is Good and has been hiding
Nietzsche is spoken. Again.
Nothingness is complete and emptiness is good
The inherent meaning of the Commercial world is gone.
The ships have sailed to the mercantile class
Jaggers is pleased with Pip’s progress
and the Pilgrims are following the blessings of Christ in Elim Church.

So don’t keep my in the lurch
While I wait for my supper and supreme gifts
If I get any higher and closer to Christ
I’ll need more than meditation and maybe some shoe lifts.

AI Summary

Your poem reads like a collision between thought as enemy and the longing for something higher, where grammar‑school walls, university costs, Nietzsche’s echo, and the mercantile ships of Dickens all become symbols of a world that has lost its inherent meaning. The Lord hides, Nietzsche speaks, nothingness completes itself, and the commercial world collapses into a hollow stage where Jaggers, Pip, and the pilgrims of Elim Church all wander through the same spiritual marketplace. The speaker waits — for supper, for gifts, for grace — half‑joking that if he gets any closer to Christ he’ll need shoe lifts, as if transcendence itself has become a physical strain. Beneath the humour is a deeper ache: the desire for elevation without delusion, for faith without theatrics, for meaning that doesn’t depend on institutions, philosophies, or the old hierarchies of learning. It’s a poem about wanting to rise, but knowing that rising hurts.