Were surprises more likely to be hiding
Around the corners of a mind, that mind
Might realize that its conception of itself
Is mistaken, and rather than invest in the
Project to map the whole brain and disbelieve
In the imagination, the plucky conjurer might
Continue to build castles in the wheat fields
From flowers and hay and with the assent of
Each and every honeybee, but then where would
The twist come from? Because surely there will
Be no stinging, no rebuke, and no fall from
This garden of grace
Roman Ryan 