Theory - Momentum

Why can’t we see?

is it the glare that blinds?

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