Gödel's Incompleteness Theorem or A dream about The Lady and The Unicorn

The sad fact is we are running 

out of blue. So we'll use red 

instead and a thousand flowers

to bedeck the gaudy sky. 

The trees are striking, but draw your 

attention here to the cool smooth 

spiral of horn, mouthwatering tang 

of a tourtelete, heady fragrance 

of daisies, the plaintive toot 

of a portatif, your inverted gaze 

returned in a mirror. 

Like monkeys we are, in all but 

this, my sole desire: to know 

the unprovable. In truth, our 

systems cannot see themselves.

Originally published by 99 Pine Street 

https://99pinestreet.com/2017/04/01/richard-weiser/