Theory

Why can’t we see? is it the glare that blinds?
can’t comprehend with such facile words
Abstract thought is no grace of man
A trillion lost causes the fate of our effect
Fundamental ideas that we glean
charged to engage with our surroundings
or we are no more just than those now blind by faith
this iron sphere revolves blind of our presence
When we stood tall, we covered our eyes
antagonism replaced any intrigue
so fearful of loosing, poised for offense
cut back the wheat, to cultivate chaff
will we repeat
this tragic succession
of turgid descent
to tear the mantle
draining the cruor
trite in our feelings
glib in our squander
of this beautiful world