We see truth through the crooking lens of life
and the long coming dawn of age and ken
should bring knowledge, wisdom\'s faithful wife
But no, like voles we must stay neath the fen
We watch the forms on Plato’s fire lit wall
but live we must in our dim crib misled
Each person sees a global rose for all
Convinced a red, is red, is red, is red
Our senses are amorphous and inept
Unfit for dealing with all that is here
What have we done since order must be kept
We have clung to accord for order it is clear
Our ship sails on oceans we cannot see
The courses set must be those all agree