Doesn't Argument Have A Soul?

WRITTEN BY: JEZREEL MADSA

Your soul by splendid garments

Draped we with wordsYet the imprudent mortals
Marvel much at your mundane accidence
More than your Olympian substance!

At times by ragged garb to the fore 

We poorly arrayed your unsullied grandeur 

But frogs judgeth your forest

Not by the abundance of your trees 

But by the imperfect color of your leaf

You are always misjudged,

Mishandled and mistaken . . .

Blurred as always is your necessity

For greater is the relativity

Of men’s foolishness and awful ingenuity 

Your sun may beam in all of its rays

But what good is it 

If the immensity of their darkness

or what good are they,

Overpowers your luminaries?

Even, few only have ridden

Upon the jeepney of your inference;

For fools often saddle

Upon the Trojan Horse of inconsistence’ 

And thus, wander and lost, at naught are their boast! 

He secures the route of your transition

But the humble polymath is not so

He beholds the glory of your innermost soul

Your premise is recognized, so will be your conclusion. 

And ruptures in bliss for that’s the most of all.