The world which stretches from our eyes and ears
so dominates our weak attention span,
that coupled with our fantasies and fears,
the Angel, unawoken in a man
most likely, in most lives, will stay that way.
Undestined for a timeless risen reign
of deathless ecstacy and endless play,
men's souls will know this life's most evil pain;
the raptureless and triumph barren years
spent meaningless, as slaves to flightless quest.
Their chance at bliss and blossom disappears
when will to learn and grow are laid to rest,
and consciousness derives no thrill from truth
whose source are we, both Mystery and Sleuth.