When I first saw an icicle
I took Ma's fridge apart
To find more solid-water cones
And emulate nature's art.

There were no frozen spikes inside
So I tidied it away
But I've since discovered icebergs
and may try again one day.

When I first saw a rainbow
I gave my dad a fright;
I drilled a solid lump of glass
To find the bits of light.

The colours didn't lurk inside
That optical contraption
-- I planned, you see, to try to find
the echoes of Creation.

Imagine this - Prof. Atkins et al
See God in a pillar of fire
And reach for their thermometers.
I sigh; and they reply.

'Laddy, you've over spun
Your imaginative rotors.'
But Occam's razor's back to front
-- sold out to research quotas.

Let's cut a door in their solid wall
Of concrete ten feet thick,
Armed only with a mirror
To point at solid brick.

'Time for reflection,' we'll repeat
Non-stop, for a year or two.
Some grains of sand fall from cement,
They're replaced at once - with glue.

Lysergic acid di-ethylamide
Lies in my alchemical flask;
I'll only need a pinch then I can
Start this Mercurial task

Of uniting gold and silver
While seeking for the source
In a world that worships shopping
And exhibits no remorse

LSD's a mere projection
Of the key to inner space.
It's silence that enables
Meeting truth and love and grace.

Rows of numbers on a chart
No longer mean a lot to me.
Such grey statistical tables
Don't know how it feels to BE.

So I'm finished with dissecting
As a route to find the truth.
I'm getting wed tomorrow,
To my soul - I'll call her Ruth.