Wisdom is no more elevating
So enlightenment felt as dark as assault
It brings chaos, misinformation—dust in the weather
Arising trees, men—more and more they came
Flowers bloomed again and again, in wait of a sun heir
While suns are praised in light, the moon births all the nurture
O cosmic light, so radiant — begin to show
For even the moon must borrow her glow
Yet the enlightened ones say it’s the earth who made it light