Scholars teach me nothing
of what my mind finds keen.
Nuanced can be the scene
of what I allow light to bring.
Crashing high above the sky
in thunderous chasms do lie
vast explosions in vast supply
seen not by the human eye.
We paint our truthes in a hue,
understood by what we knew,
when the world molded sinews
in us that we deem to be true.
What we assimilate to be real
is by how from pain we feel.
Underneath chaos we appeal
to those whom serve to heal.
Yes, the world was once flat.
Embracing fears we combat
the known and how to react
to what turns out to be fact.
I’ll tell you what I do find keen,
the core in both you and me
which calls us to travel the sea;
don’t change what you believe.
To discover new perspective,
that should be wholly respected,
from those who’ve not neglected
you or your sincere affections.
We have to be our own master.
We need be our realities crafter.
It is a gift from beyond ever after,
keeping us from natural disaster.
Inside the chaos we might find
colliding stars tend to intertwine
that which would serve divine
and what we should cast behind.
