where intellect meets inspiration
and the scholar waxes whimsical,
here the battle rages on
for dominion of the mystical

through flights of the fantastical
and the realm of cold hard facts,
merging discordant melodies
into a single tract

on wooded trails of faerie forts,
in tomes of lost archane,
the pathways of philosophies
both profound and so profane

the cynic sings of hoped ideals,
the pessimists all dream,
the rational can find a way
thru laughs and sobs and screams

when all is true and possible,
and all can never be;
where spirits live and sages learn
of what's real of fantasy

here the music of the heart,
and the wisdom of the soul,
the fruit & knowledge of the mind
all blend to form a whole