Finite Parts (Automove While Dark Cover)

Fie night parts Put together to defy description Of what can't be thought As merely computation The conscious mind Emerges from confusion Freedom of thought Yields to the use of reason Standing still Moving forward Moving forward Standing still What can be said That would meet your satisfaction? A billion words? Or just a single expression? Herein lies the glitch A wrench thrown into the system That we shall never know By any means but approximation Leaning past the edge Of where language has outgrown its uses Logic becomes a game For a mathematician's amusement And even there we see Gödel's theorems of incompleteness So even Russell's reach Could never be more than an ambition Fie night parts Put together to defy description Of what can't be thought As merely computation The conscious mind Emerges from confusion Freedom of thought Yields to the use of reason Standing still Moving forward Moving forward Standing still What can be said That would meet your satisfaction? A billion words? Or just a single expression? Herein lies the glitch A wrench thrown into the system That we shall never know By any means but approximation Leaning past the edge Of where language has outgrown its uses Logic becomes a game For a mathematician's amusement And even there we see Gödel's theorems of incompleteness So even Russell's reach Could never be more than an ambition