The Instrument

How can the sun withstand within the sky?

Or freckled light of ever darkened night?

They neither fall, nor swoon from where they lie

Suspended, still they stand, shedding their light;

Leave it to science, coldest instrument,

To explain such an inexplainable thing:

To question answers giv’n to complement

The understanding held without needing

See past the blue of sky or green of tree.

Cool, calculating gaze of glaring eyes,

Numbers and letters dissemble what be

Beyond what thought conceives or emotion sighs.

We look to know what we do not need know:

To distract from most dramatic a show.