There even in the wildest flower
is all the Order any day may hold.
We all must clamor by some grand measure
for the slightest hint of absolute power.
Really, a simple few are shown favor
in the echoing great halls of the bold,
for one satellite orbits another,
while one consumes one, the sum somehow one,
and one and one make one to yield us three.
Same strange rules for flowers direct the sun.
A Source is yet revealed, to you and me,
as an entity apart from what we see---
Hope for such a governor? Presumption!
Ah, the lines we hold and force aspire to be,
look first how well Order serves Mystery.