Seven scribes sat watching while the world unfolded under their pens
They couldn’t believe what vile deeds unfurled beneath their pens.
But then one day they transcribed a tale of a sage in search of a secret
In the deepest, darkest, dankest cave –
Down where the narrow craggy shafts deny a proud man transit
The sage shrank small by unpacking all that was truly useless.
Walking small he trekked through all the passages to the secret.
Mightily straining, he sought to dislodge the sacred secret
Seeking to surface, for all to see, the code to decipher humanity
But there wasn’t a lever in heaven or earth that would break the damn thing free
So he resurfaced via a shortcut; finding the secret now not so deep
It’s just obscured by the detritus what we know that’s not true
This delusional detritus piled high seals the secret deep below
but some stumble upon it by learning how much they don’t know.