Ah life! The beating heart, the musing mind

And all the chaos of confusing thought

There rendered through synaptic webs entwined

Where faith alone reveals what God has wrought.

Yes what we view—waved corpuscles of light,

Are mere reflections of reality,

As gazing in a pool where zephyrs blight

The compilation of that which we see.

All conscience locked within a cryptic brain

Of jellied sludge set sapient serene,

Whose silent machinations yet ordain

By full summation, that which senses glean.

Though what exists is rarely what we think,

We ponder on—or into darkness sink.