(I)
if you cant scientifically explain it
dawkins says it has no value some hope
inside the mechanical framework of a guess
(as far as any fact can truly grope)
doubts roam mere looking cant attain it
twentieth-century science perceived that mess
the more you probed the inner more the scope
for chaos (uncertainty) no mind could drain it
tie it to a marriage it must elope
clarity of thinking must make worse the stress
the artist looks at truth and has to feign it
stirs mud makes shapes (gives up) disturbs old rope
whats not theres there (says who) such wantonness
(II)
revelation comes in flits and starts
each ones a bundle of the genes loose ends
theres a sparking deep down in the dark
that (come to light) cant find its plain amends
cant sport a price-tag in exchange and marts
who wants mathematics in a singing lark
(oh its there all right its not what listening spends)
the mystic truth lies somewhere in the heart
lies (you see) - all best truth has the bends
its blood not thought that asks the muse to heark
no artist helps no doughty horse but cart
receptacle for undeciphered legends
science hunts (its art that haunts) the quark