seeking for lost times

we know the model doesn't always fit
light isn't a consistent natural fact
at times it is the thing we have most lacked
at other times it merely spurs our wit
some days are almost supernally lit
others with cloud rain and wind are racked
we must declare this with concern and tact
our hearts meanwhile shattered and split
there's something here that ought to matter
but we don't know just what we desire
and so we wait to see what will be made
our little skills the sycophants will flatter
we'll take the risk and go deep into the fire
receive the praise and then our names will fade