Loneliness Of Space
© Surazeus
2018 09 01
Eyes glowing clear as the infinite sky
among white roses by the sparkling stream,
the girl gestures with her fingers to show
perfect beauty in strange elegant flow
of spiral wings expressing flight of truth
beyond the crumbling walls of paradise.
Ape men ride horses on the thundering plain,
accelerating speed of social change
as we evolve beyond animal rage
to dance in swirls of couples in the court
where the royal descendant of our god
wears crown of gems and sits on chair of gold.
Emerging from the lush Garden of Eden,
the man with bag of apples walks alone
to blaze new trail across vast wilderness
where trees sprout tall from the steps of his feet
till owls swoop down and pluck out his wide eyes
and leave his skeleton bright on the plain.
From howling apes we transform into men
who stride with controlled grace in the grand court
to fight for power with swords instead of bones
till men with guns destroy the world empire
and drop bombs on cathedrals of ambition
where the suffering man prays for real salvation.
Where can we go now in the labyrinth
of enormous towers in vast sprawling cities,
performing our role in the food machine,
unless we insert our brains into robots
who navigate magnetic vehicles
soaring in streams of faces to the sky.
I want to find her again in the garden,
the woman with eyes clear as the dawn sky
who places apple pie on feasting table
and pours honey mead in the Holy Grail
so we can consume roast beef and chant spells
that rouse our wild hearts with national pride.
No longer rowing longships on wide rivers,
to conquer castles where we crown ourselves
kings who marry mermaids with long black hair,
we drive cars on road grids to offices
where we type letters on computer screens
and bow before the radiant monolith.
Now we watch movies on the silver screen
that replay all events of history
so we see how we evolved ape to man
and fly from our small planet in the void
to seek new worlds that we can populate
too far across the loneliness of space.
© Surazeus
2018 09 01
Eyes glowing clear as the infinite sky
among white roses by the sparkling stream,
the girl gestures with her fingers to show
perfect beauty in strange elegant flow
of spiral wings expressing flight of truth
beyond the crumbling walls of paradise.
Ape men ride horses on the thundering plain,
accelerating speed of social change
as we evolve beyond animal rage
to dance in swirls of couples in the court
where the royal descendant of our god
wears crown of gems and sits on chair of gold.
Emerging from the lush Garden of Eden,
the man with bag of apples walks alone
to blaze new trail across vast wilderness
where trees sprout tall from the steps of his feet
till owls swoop down and pluck out his wide eyes
and leave his skeleton bright on the plain.
From howling apes we transform into men
who stride with controlled grace in the grand court
to fight for power with swords instead of bones
till men with guns destroy the world empire
and drop bombs on cathedrals of ambition
where the suffering man prays for real salvation.
Where can we go now in the labyrinth
of enormous towers in vast sprawling cities,
performing our role in the food machine,
unless we insert our brains into robots
who navigate magnetic vehicles
soaring in streams of faces to the sky.
I want to find her again in the garden,
the woman with eyes clear as the dawn sky
who places apple pie on feasting table
and pours honey mead in the Holy Grail
so we can consume roast beef and chant spells
that rouse our wild hearts with national pride.
No longer rowing longships on wide rivers,
to conquer castles where we crown ourselves
kings who marry mermaids with long black hair,
we drive cars on road grids to offices
where we type letters on computer screens
and bow before the radiant monolith.
Now we watch movies on the silver screen
that replay all events of history
so we see how we evolved ape to man
and fly from our small planet in the void
to seek new worlds that we can populate
too far across the loneliness of space.
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