So, being human
obviously, we are blind
but to what we know
even as we scan
into past events to peel
not enough to find
given time, we glow
hot bright white or cool fire blue
until we unseal
many locks with keys
as experience unbolts
new prayers, on our knees
old ways send through jolts
broken glass, without a clue
vision sees beyond
information of the past
outside the toy box
underneath the pond
skip lily pad base
like a bullfrog or toad cast
yellow with fear, rocks
work loose to water below
each rings the surface
as ripples upset
relative calm, seeming peace
even flow, a jet
blasts wind, never cease
laughing at the vaudeville show
if you see how things
not only fit together
despite seeming strange
begin with new wings
until flight over landscapes
takes out a feather
to write down the change
over time, the work
wine makes out of grapes
how nothing makes sense
as mundane science unfolds
take a muscle, tense
worked out as it holds
each hand a weight, through the murk
knowledge shifts to free
not simply ideas but plays
order against order, trays
wobble, as we see
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