Down pathways of disordered winding, <br />through darkened halls of never finding, <br />seeking nothing, always talking, <br />the obscurantist goes a walking. <br /> <br />Dilettante-ish, pant’s seat flying. <br />Flaunting candor, ever vying. <br />Crying foul while sneak attacking, <br />the obscurantist’s creed lies lacking. <br /> <br />Inconsistent, always changing. <br />Toppling blocks, then rearranging. <br />Fencing foes with mock befriending, <br />the obscurantist knows no ending. <br /> <br />In mazes of excessive turning, <br />the wise man leans upon his learning- <br />His ear turned deaf to flips and flouncing. <br />His eye upon the ball that’s bouncing.<br /><br />metamorphhh (aka jim crawford)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-obscurantist/
