A poem that makes perfect sense without making any sense at all.
A course in Deep Theology,
Inner workings of the mind,
Pulled apart and undermined,
Sums and graphs and diagrams,
Looking for some sort of sense,
Past and present, future tense.
Put the world inside a box
Slam it shut with bolts and locks.
Theory, rules and regulations
Acting as an instigation
To those who seek to rule by rules
And make the dreamers look like fools.