the poet sees deeply
But science sees only process and theory
It cannot own knowledge,
Nor imagination or leaps or vision
Fooled by hypothesis
Slowed to a crawl by arrogance
It does not see behind
The thing itself.
They only see the parts.
The Russian doll atom
The poet knows
It is lighting in a reflection
A cracked mirror of desperation
An acquired taste
A chance encounter
A reaching out
And a taking in
all consuming synchronised
Passion
A turning sideways to the sun
And hard to face
Rejection
A totality of being
One doll to represent it all
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