Look upon the many fractures,
See how divergents flow.
Focus on that which bereaves,
Notice its many intricacies.
Are there cracks wide enough
In which to fall, losing all sanity
Towards what is called reality?
Surely, I do think so.
Come, try and unearth the great
Fissures wherein many hide themselves.
Caves of great mystery, guiding
Lights of falsity, fool’s gold upon
A cursory glance.
Yet, look further, closer,
Admit what should be seen.
Some rather ordinary beauty inside
What is in plainsong known as impossibility.