Pansophy they said from a different time

all knowing 

with a distinctive design.

 

Who would know of such,

to teach the arts of many gifts

one doesn't have to know this.

 

Wondering about the fragments of relativity

a moment offered for embellished wits

deciphering reality

spirituality

a worth of distant morality.

 

Humbling treats for ears that listen

vibrations entering the soft minds of children

unable to respond

or understand the decibels of this song.

 

No meaning are these words

opening a point of no return.

 

Awake now…

from the heavy pans covering your view

you can’t go back forever.

 

A fool before

so, true.

 

© 2018 David Irvine