Cloaked within there are great depths,
secrets kept hidden despite our looking.
Distractions for our senses.
Wonder, joy, disbelief, confusion.
Colours hewn in sunset wisps,
on calm reflective evenings,
belie eons gone of rules long smithed,
in the furnaces of time.
We chip away, lest we find,
the core, the key, the blueprint.
Equations strewn across countless boards,
just as lost in time as once proud ancestors,
in the chalk, in ourselves, in our very bones.
Both the same, all the same,
recycled, lost in time.
But always, churning on, the answers.
Beyond theory, the truth…
Unified in perpetuity,
always one step ahead.
Yet also always within our grasp,
deep within, waiting to be reconciled.
Waiting to be felt and understood.
Cloaked, she waits,
to be understood.