Divine Madness - Poem by Saint Eule
A questionable response to the question,
A prompted reaction to the power of suggestion.
Socrates states he knows
he knows nothing.
He postulates his wisdom
in humble going.
In the academia he finds
In the mystical forum he
pleads divine madness.
Can good condemn or evil tempt
the man who is unassociated.
Committed to all knowledge yet
holding to no beliefs vacated.
Keeping the mystery aloft and
the hunger alive in poetry and math.
Perhaps he knew the secret
of life in walking the middle path.
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