Leaning On Light

But for those who forced darkness to take flight, And could never by grounded thoughts abide, But for those who fought the accustomed fright At the new thunders rebel minds confide, Fossil dreams we all would still inhabit, In the muddied bogs of yore gladly flail. Dead creeds’ taxidermy doth inhibit Fresh breaths of reason on intellect’s sail. Who met decreed answers with questions’ ire? The gazers into depths and planets' glows, The starters in gloom of curious fire, Openers of eyes to vistas long closed. I bask in the bright truths they dared to glean. Away with crutches! On their light I lean.