I see you, Kant, you pietist old goat,
thinking to save my faith apart from reason,
old toad, when a frog could have told you
like Kermit did, that phenomena be damned
it’s the noumena that we long for
not what our five senses perceive
but what we’re born knowing
that rainbows begin here but end there
that there are monsters under beds
and angels glowing near us
that what we can’t see is more powerful
than what we do see
that God is good and we’re not
so there’s an infinite gulf between us
only God himself could bridge
and, Kermit, that’s why there’s so many
songs about rainbows.
This Jolly Beggar 