Impact means breaking through the surfaces
And resonating in waves, which Jack did
Disintegrating into Tlon, and Fing was
Reconstituted in a spheroid of light

Hovering above the earth freely.
When he felt a flash the size of thunder
Crashing into the structure of his ceiling
Blundering laughter and a voice calling “Dear me!”

The voice said, “Mazel Tov my son, good luck,
You are a lucky person. You haven’t heard.
You have much to learn. If you observe
And forget about reward. Give your work

To the future and let them sort it out.
Oh, how can it be suggested in words?!”
Fing asked, “Kind bringer of warmth and sun,
How are we suspended above the turning globe below?

Can I comprehend you?”
“I am a fellow of infinite jest.
I have not the power to hold us fast.
I’m not the one you should ask.

Lilica will more clearly show us,
For to harken to a jester is to mire in the stew
Of human misunderstanding.”
Fing asked, “Are you a president? But you are not

American.” He sighed, “If only I had been,
Still you haven’t seen half a jot
Unless you spent the 1760’s in London.
But that’s it with Tlon

You never have much time, and always many chains.”
Fing asked, “So, we’re in Tlon now?”
“No,” the jester asserted, “But we are emboldened
To continue to know from perspectives

Disregarded when we adopted single point
As the trustworthy prospect of inductive
Reasoning in the affairs of men. The power
Unleashed by Francis Bacon is here with us
And will take a moment to expound.”

A red ray of light arrived by refraction
And enlightened Fing’s connection
To their mystically heightened existences

The reddish glow gave Fing further peace of mind
The deep calm that one would wish from the grave
A burnishing voice said, “Fing you are welcome
To our court.” The jester said, “Verulam, please,

He must learn about the joy of matriarchy.”
Fing felt as if they were brothers lying in the sand
Talking about the end of summer.
The jester said, “Don’t you feel Lilica already?

Our breath glows! Who else do you suppose?
She generates the gravity manifest
In our suspense. What a delicious and galling treasure
Love.”

Bacon exhaled, “I have known no vexation
Since Lilica revealed where I had been led.
And when I saw, I ceased yearning for more
And knew more would come

In the accumulations that man would store
For the glory of God in story and song.
They are fools who have let it be forgotten
That all science will come before Tlon.

Lilica keeps us relieved for a little while longer.”
Fing replied, “Lilica is our muse and protectress
From our fusion into Tlon, which despite resistance
Will come. And that’s good.”

The jester said, “Until then, we digress.
So Let's digress together. Right now. Come on.”

Fing asked for his name, “I am the jester with no lines
Whose skull gave a prince pause,
A parameter for his doleful woe.”

Bacon answered, “Fing, I trust I will see thee again,
When your tasks have been completed. Farewell.”
And he was off, a blaze of light hovering and then gone.