Drinkof the Fruit
Outside the city where the pomegranates grow,
In the fields of the everlasting mind.
Shines the rays of enlightened warmth I seek,
And the hopes of a new mankind.
To taste the fruit of Gods and men,
Is to embrace the immortal soul.
Within the thoughts of modern men,
Like the theory of the Monopole.
From science to god and back again,
From whence we drink of the fruit.
The truth is I am but one man
And I’m stuck in a business suit.
Still I seek the meaning in life,
For that is my ultimate goal.
And where in the mathematics of life,
Thus I will find my soul.
Copyright © Brian Cecil | Year Posted 2016
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