In days of old, philosophy was king:
reality conceptualised and held
as fact, because in each existing thing
could be discerned identity that spelled
itself sublime, that in perfection dwelled.
The eternal forms of Plato derived
from identity realised in changing
things named, in their existence yet deprived
of excellence, through all existence ranging,
earth’s forms but shadowed the sublime unchanging.
When science first in Aristotle raised
its head, it disengaged identified
things from abstraction, identity phrased
the changing things perception reified;
in time, science was all but deified.
To this day, in meticulous detail
things are identified, change not affecting
what works as absolute, in depth entail,
to science’s uttermost reach, detecting
in mathematical terms, truth selecting.
But flawed fatally, since the absolute
in time is a fiction, identity
cannot be but abstraction, resolute
science in its claims, but in entity
moots the Principle of Uncertainty.
But certainty enables what is true,
the way of life, nature identifies
in all its forms, in concept gathers to-
gether, man's knowledge to personalise
as rightness, working science, it belies.