This man who’s reached his true self,
Recalls the all-powerful king
Who leaves his people on the shelf,
To starve on guesses of his visions
Or to blindfold them with divisions.
Science:
The thinking behind pure research
Is more open then the mystic kneeling.
Yet I admit, in the quantum church,
I achieve suspension of the feeling
In common with the mystic race –
The feeling of time and space.
Echo:
The feeling of time and space,
Freed from mean expectations,
May repair the veil of grace:
To the opened eyes of the nations
Man’s is more vain than the sublime
Signature in the sands of time.
Science:
But it’s nature’s purpose opens
Full-blossoming awe in my heart –
Though incubating that sense depends
On my pattern-discerning art
Rooting in the dark journal’s soil,
Heated to nearly blood-boil.