The world operates on appearances,
in life it is in the conceptual sphere
action is motivated, nuances
in perception cause the stealth of the tiger;
the butterfly’s dance brightness to declare.
Flowers are fashioned in all shapes and hues
an impulse to insect choice in reaction;
a snapping twig alerts prey to the ruse
galvanising it into instant action
conceptually programmed to the least fraction.
Through the power of his mind a man rules
the earth, identity all things defines,
and what distinguishes wise men from fools
is rightness, advanced over all designs
of concept, the sure path to life outlines.
Rightness is identity, in all things
manifest, but in man’s realisation
contested as to what is right that brings
variance in the conceptualisation
that determines the form of the creation.
It stands to reason there can only be
one rightness, the rest is appearances
that you and I would call reality
that science defines, but in fleeting glances
despairs of, and each religion romances.
But should it come down, declare itself in
our midst, our common conceptual grasp,
all things must be reconciled in our vision,
all variance cease, true judgment must pass,
and the earth lifted to conceptual heaven.