Thursday, October 24, 2013

The Book


The book does not show the end
Its very prose now inhibits clarity
For truly words are never enough
To express every contemplation
The evolution of man must so still
Because we have used all the words
None are now left to grow the soul
Scientific script grows exponentially
But unless the growth is matched
By language of the human essence
We will remain in ever a debt
To the steeled will of inequality
That places science above poetry