The Fulcrum is the heart of Archimede's mind
Like disproportionate weight shifting the tides
Creates the ***** upon which my eyes slide to
Condition themselves to see the fault lines  
Just below hollow lies that even I have told myself
It's palpable to stay for just a little while
Until the fire in the clouds smolders into black
Signals that the Saints have gone too far the other way to ever go back
Why am I the one whom they want to nail to the cross?  
So They slay the elder Archimedes for what they portray as impertinence
Lest we ever forget how we got here.  
Blissful Ignorance