Can they even hear our song?
Distended, bending the falling breeze –
Out there, adrift, those impassive seas
Swelling, churning, Knowing all along
That something intrinsic, dark and pure
Lives hidden, tender, afraid, unsure,
And that somehow, some way, this must prevail
Such that man, agog, shall Time regale
With the unthinkable truth of light,
The Light that lives in everything –
The atoms you breathe and the love you sing,
All manner of matter, all manner of might
Which teems and pours beneath the screen;
All will surface, as we sages have seen.
Copyright Kosmogonic 2018