Epilogue: The Madman

Were you so able, then?

Human reverse

What, I really wonder were

You capable of at birth

Speech capped

Abstract thoughts

Your only input,

Monitoring dust motes

Each swirled trace a footnote

And did God give you so much

Ability, dear sir

That he had to handicap you

Thusly just to make sure

The table wouldn't fall over

Though still,

You made it turn.

And all in a chant, enchanted

Us with your words

For men on the moon

Never saw further

And seasons turning burnt

And froze,

But those which beheld your

Fullest gaze-

Well they never recovered

And in God's eyes they

Almost felt they saw another.