the wall painted black
wells out to become a dark room
when one admits-
he knows not
what he is looking at

the mystery of a world
designed beyond design
conceived beyond thought
created- not made

within man is fear-
fear that at the end,
he knows not the world
he thought he so conquered

one no longer is limited-
by a black wall of pride
but in humble unknowing
one explores an eternal dark room

the idiot only gazes into the abyss
against its maw in grit-
the fool shoots to miss
the point, however...


...is to walk around it