Advances in knowledge
Creep and twist sensibilityPlaces us more deeply into dark
With but a chink of light
Visible in blackest dreams
A star like tendril of insight
Passing radiant from behind
A door almost full closed
And to us in the gloom
The lack of illumination
We possess on the facts
When it is finally grasped
Engenders an elemental rage
That cannot ever be undone
By the long reach of truth
