Analysis of the logic

How cleverly woven,
The rays an' the mist!
Slowly, dries up the light,
Clear, dear an' proven,
That it is the sparkle Right;
It is the wholesome Sight.

The view I feel, at times illusion;
At times delusion, but am logician;
I know this is that an' that is this;
It is the truth inmost, that you miss.

You are the dreaming moonlight,
Always cool, skeptical but straight;
Am the sunlight, hot piercing bright;
To the fathomless depth unbound most.
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2-6-2012
(Nascent Poetry)