Sometimes wearing the cloth
Of human thought
Flitting light like a moth
From is and ought
Man speaks a word and thinks
He has made truth
But truth, unseen, just blinks
And awaits his proof.
Sometimes wearing the cloth
Of human thought
Flitting light like a moth
From is and ought
Man speaks a word and thinks
He has made truth
But truth, unseen, just blinks
And awaits his proof.
