And the monolith of lost knowledge looms
Before us and after, our impending tomb
A towering totem, before which we kneel
This life-taker has a skin, of black stainless steel
A perpetual, lightless, Russian doll
The secret within, the secret sum
Our progress measured, not by distance covered
Only, by how close, we have come
The apex has disappeared from sight
With definitions, re-defined indefinitely
All numbers within halved, and halved again
One more nut cracked, is another stone seed
With our sights, set squarely on the vanishing point
The bounded horizon always recedes
Fibre-optic fingertips probe the edge
Yet it escapes our grasp, and feeds
Objectivity seeks to step outside of reality
Like simple magnets, dark pushes us away
But the magic circle expands, with each move we make
Forever elusive. Take us home, and lead us astray