The Skeptic

 The rational animal’s staring at me.

Dark eyes in shadow are glaring at me.

 

A pretend balance of two blinks the suggestion into question:

Rational—Who?

 

The black and white lines

The swirling grey fogs

 

Life:  this nebulous definition of things,

Still wonders what the universe brings

With all explained down to the base cause of nothing.

 

Perception—Reflection

 

“Whose eyes?!”

They cry.

 

The cynic in here

The romantic out there

 

Manifestation of man and his nation,

Nothing more than the fashionable label,

This rational fable.

 

The science of this

The emotion of that

 

Evolution in vogue,

Thought is a fantasy rogue traced down to the miniscule;

Transmitted signals of nothing inform manipulating tools.

 

All fools in this murky enlightenment;

Every thesis re-bent

Revealing the negated effect of the artificial elect

Wherein all belief proves some lie

Within the view of my rational animal eyes.