Where ever men say 'I', their stated claim
fulfills the Word which cannot return void.
As few of them sustain a conscious aim
small wonder that they're schitzo-paranoid
to concepts from the realm of risen heart.
Their working alphabet of scale and scope
can't circumscribe the whole in sum from part,
or faced with modes non-linear, can cope.
The grim predictability of those
whose spirits can't transcend the billiard ball,
is that their blissless souls are comatose
eternally reliving Scripture's Fall.
With Honor's will, seek deeply God's insight
to loose the mind's raw engines, run on light.