[Poem] The Architect of Order

The mind, a builder, cold and keen,
With logic's chisel, sharp and clean,
It carves a path, a line so straight,
Through tangled thoughts and clouded fate.

From axioms, the bricks we lay,
A structure formed, in perfect sway,
Deduction's mortar, strong and true,
Holds every piece, in ordered view.

But logic's eye, though clear and bright,
May miss the stars on darkest night,
The whispered song, the heart's desire,
The spark that sets the soul on fire.