science

reasonable theories constructed

through observable patterns of data

you can't know the scent of a rose

from sniffing a photo of it

a book by it's cover

vapid volumes embossed

with the respect of intellectuals

on best seller lists everyday

no root no fruit

no exceptions

and Mother knows best

beyond either conscious evolution

or willful incompetence

they all know better

in the darkness between stars

where shadows live in crowded numbers

leaking down from the night

to poorly imitate the parody of trees

on halide inner city surfaces

have you ever seen the shadows

making love to the light

touching and melding all edges

what the visible and invisible give

or can't begin to offer

consider closely

the fool can still by tricksy

the heyokahs have a backwards walking slyness

kokopelli and the pied piper are brothers in arms

the ones citing the veracity of their proofs

cannot view even one millimeter behind their own heads

and cannot prove otherwise

to save their lives

what's behind you is the blindman's real bluff

it's straight faith, beauty walking

like it or not

yebechai