Pancognizance Poem by Neil Crawford

The Universe, we are told, is really simple,
though quite old.

But Man's beliefs, I still propound,
disguise the void we all surround.

Foolish Man, with his labelling mind,
everything pigeon holed, defined

neatly packaged, stored away
for reference at a later date

Being, history, time itself
classified on some cobwebbed shelf

The scientist has one defence
the pursuance of 'Pancognizance'

No surprises left us now
as wonderment is not high brow

adore the mystery I cry
they may solve the 'HOW' but not the 'WHY'.