With so much knowledge now to use which seemed so contrary at times,
the fool was keen to find a muse who sang sweet synthesizing rhymes.
Who spoke of alchemy divine, a peace, a oneness, yours and mine.
One with power to explicate a fusing of the small and great,
creating just one blessed whole that ever lived inside the soul.
Just around the paths next bend she found this most angelic friend.
The fool enchanted by the show of perfect blending thus displayed,
was instantly enlightened and so was also angel made.
For polarizing opposites are such conflicting things,
but harmony will sooth the soul and moderation give you wings.
