turmeric:

(original version), lines 61–64: At length did cross an Albatross, Thorough the Fog it came; And an it were a Christian Soul, We hail'd it in God's Name.

The mystic objectifies a rich feeling in the pit of the stomach into a cosmology.

Time and time again the people were foolish enough to trust, believe, and support with their last farthing aspiring politicians, only to find themselves betrayed and cheated.