and there it is,
a thesis out of one word,
and to you a world is won;
to every eye, what’s his—
we are all rebels against theocracy,
unconscious of philosophy,
so let there be he who will write,
and mark the path we’ve traveled,
so that, to each, his due;
none ever argue for another
but that they defend themselves,
as will earth swallow herself,
making logic out of thinnest air,
budding like greenest sprouts,
proving of life what is most fair.
nor do we question but challenge
those we won’t love.
to get to the heart of matter,
we probe into our sights
but come the dark nights,
and all we have left is honesty.