in this ever
flattening world
where all is a lie
and there’s not
the thing undone
the seer takes
refuge in blindness
and the singer
betrays his song
the missing piece
the missing piece
the cost of living in the sun
shattered by the light

seeking the relative truth
the conventional wisdom
of the corporate traders
the scramble for accuracy
the loss of precision
faith betrayed, and
true science debunked by
brainless religion, and the
killing reek of rancid
science’s rancid ooze
no savoir is known
no savior was sent

the into this swamp
of intellectual decay
into the amorphous morality
of the age the poet sings,
neither order nor chaos,
neither rhythm nor rhyme,
but a vision of cohesion
a unified theory of existence
writ on a crystal of salt.

is it enough? it is not.
no matter, it matters
not: nothing matters
save to create, to roll
up sleeves and to create
thirst for faith, hunger for
knowledge that keeps
the round world round