Nonplussed in lieu of nonchalant, 

the choice grudgingly gets made 

down the slippery slope to traipse, 

to swap credence for creed, 

so that one has far less

about which to think, and 

may finally find themselves

ashore, to bask in that

littoral comfort, a balm

to the visceral discomofort

of complexity's disjunction,

soothed now by a pulpit

determining the orbit

of a spirit's amble,

a design which might

often constrict the need 

for freedom's gambol, yet

can also see a crisis, 

and with a bit of faith, 

make bloom an iris...