Facing the abstract frontier
With an imagery defect.
A world of senseless conflagration.
Mankind to feel its effects.

The beginnings ill conceived;
No parallel to truth.
Questions to its existence,
I can argue, forsooth.

Minor alterations occur,
When he's put to the task.
A shoemaker of sorts,
When you remove his mask.

Who can out think the thoughtless,
Or give it a new spin.
He, to whom the answers are lost,
May look at me with chagrin.