Void lies the space
Of a heart so lone
Like a muse with no tone
Played on the silent days.
As events swerve through the wings of time,
All yummy yesterdays lost,
The bliss, serenity, halcyon passion away frost,
A tale was told of our love in a distant clime.
When I sailed via this voyage of reasoning
In a lauded fruitless search for Being,
I greeted Brentano and Husserl on the way
We found the map to Being they mumbled to say,
Who'l like the lilly lizards keenly listen
To the rhymes of time and clime?
When fleets of nitwits numble at the feet knowledge
Claiming to know, knowing only claims
Perfectly fixed by no hands
Safe those of the Creator,
Complex, beyond Darwin's law
And all he doth understands.
The war betwixt the rat and the cat
Who can tell the genesis
Luculently like Moses,
Or who can tell what blinded the bat