At the wonders I gaze
and what do I seek?
I plumb their depth for some insight
There’s something I yearn for
a feeling inferred
but the mind is darkness, like midnight
Perhaps it is man
his intellect sole
that requires a contoured definition
Well and good
in its place, let reason abound
used wisely, with sobriety and discretion
But the Earth itself must remain ill-defined
the stars in the firmament, mysterious
Once the pen writes off all phenomena in kind
the mind is a thing, become delirious
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