In abstract
greater truth sought.
No image to explain the thought.
Within this bewildering faculty we swim,
beyond limitations
no entitlements.
Away from
intellections restraint.
Our disposition
- nothing concrete -,
hinges us without a door
to infinity.
No proportions,
no distance known
to calculate.
Nor purpose identified.
Its
explanation
that we
seek.
Unrestrained by physics law,
we will search evermore...
Stephen S. Yeandle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abyss-7/
