Reason requires going beyond, as a diviner goes behind the eye
To seek vision from the soul and to pray the image doesn’t lie.
True or false, black or white, can shades of gray ever be right.
Not so with the Bard of Mimicry, who cast out logic and reason,
Swears soul allegiance to the creative muse, and commits treason
With the mage who breaches usage and salivates over his own message.
Just so, within this game of years, while intentional to the play,
Upon a board of stone and sky, all pieces are set in grand array.
Light and dark, rank and file, some by wit and some by wile.