Too See is Not to Look

To think is to do
And those who can think
Preach parables:
Six thousand seasons
Between May and July
Turn so fast
Gravity's denied

Descriptions are fictions
That lose all containment
Fissure in space 
Evidence-less arraignment 

The scales are ice
It melts as just water
Each tension's a vice
The sun is a daughter

Made up from mind
The notion of fire
A thing that won't find
An external liar

Indefinite faith
Is foolish and false
But proof is a pudding
Whose mush will not stand