Flowers around a beartrap

 

 

 

Flowers around a beartrap, with a sword

pining down knowledge, confining

facts behind steel doors, while mining

Digital archives, ancient chronicles, a cord,

 

a series of interlaced wires

keeps them bridged, affixed to the canon

the doctrine of a primeval logos painted on quires  

of folded manuscripts, the alabastrine organon

 

Classical precepts persist as rumors of ruins

the unknown abyss grows

as democratic access widens, using Hakuin’s

 

illogic to plow mental fields and sow strategic rows

of information for harvesting data and planting beartraps

Surround them with flowers then ensnare facts with forebears hap