I saw a sight unseen,
Was corrupted and pristine,
Quaked without a qualm,
Panicked while calm.
I resolved a paradox,
Was cured by a deadly pox,
Read between the lines
Of unintentional designs.
And in the end it had begun,
Having lost at last we won,
Learning though never taught,
Finding what was never sought.
I heard a thought unspoken,
A portent, a sign, a token,
And finally I heard,
Not a single solitary word.
