Why can’t we see? is it the glare that blinds? [we] 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