The Beaker and the Sun

Holding the beaker filled with humanity’s only hope: reason and logic
Portrays the sun in a different light, a hopeless radiance beaming rays
Upon the shifting sands below the vantage point high above the river’s
Banks, a cliff to climb, a mountain to conquer, but even though these
Challenges point to the only thing to be true: love, the logicality of
The ascension leaves nothing behind but the sparse role of dignity,
The histrionic show, the pantomime to be set free against the raging
Wind, and the experiment is under way, the beaker holds the chemicals
To maintain cerebral equilibrium—catch it if it falls from the table, hold it
Nearer to the flame, scorch the elixirs, stir the medicine, remember the
Times spent in seclusion, without watered lies, diluted ineptitudes of
A racy race, speeding along through the times, casting the net to catch
Us if we fall.