The facts are fitted to the ancient frame,And anomalies are brushed aside as light,The faithful scholars play the standard game,And force the stubborn dark to match the white.But pressure builds against the brittle wall,When exceptions to the rule begin to grow,The trusted structures totter, slide, and fall,And everything we knew is turned to snow.A sudden flash resets the human eye,A revolution wakes the sleeping mind,We see new stars across the ancient sky,And leave the old vocabulary behind.We do not climb a ladder to the sun:We change the lens, and new worlds are begun.
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