the last voyager
the last voyager is gone now
it is sent by men who are desperate
it is sent into nothing, in order to come back with something
the last voyager. our last hope
we prayed over it and engraved our songs and stories on it's side
all that we'd ever thought of as valuable
we placed in it and wrote on it
we danced around it, drummed our tight skins
we smelt like smoke and spice the morning after
the pastor covered himself in dirt and ash
held the book of life to his lips
and growled out the only truth
standing on the stone that we'd carried from the river
the computer spoke and we listened to it's chants
its voice is sounding more and more like rushing water, the older i get.
the sun rose that morning
to the calls of the forrest beasts
our arms glowed with the blue light i've learned to hate, the alarms we'd set
going off
pulsing under our skin
altogether we rise
some things man refuses to change within himself
cause man can't
some things, you must
so we rise together, all at once
for that is what we've learned
to be right and true
and to be together and true
is what we've learned to be right
and to be right is what we've learned to be good
and to be good and true
is what we've learned to be
there was once a time long before this one
when mans faith in man faltered
and quivered
the distance between spirit and mind
was like the distance between here and atlantis
all the pills had been tested
we discovered that they were no good
but still we ate them like food
until they were no more
until they were truly no good
we ate democracy from our bowls
democracy.
a term used once upon a time
political
now, it is a type of fruit
we grow it to make many things
it is very popular
i don't know where that name came from
but it doesn't matter
the fruit is helpful to us
and i have a spiritual suspicion that is it more helpful,
than the original 'democracy'
politics.
a word, i believe, used before this age
i heard someone use it out of context this morning
and it made me laugh
cause now, we use it to describe the place
where man or woman go to rid themselves
of bodily waste
or to express the act of disposal
eg: i am going to politics.
to describe it, for instance, as an occupation
would seem proposporous
even though i don't know
what the original meaning is.
another spiritual suspicion
perhaps
ah yes
the voyager
i almost forgot
the beauty of old age
is that we learn to forget
is that we get to forget
i can't imagine holding onto youth
or its memories
with any form of ferociousness
as if being at war with oneself
man sends out nothing to find something
ah, to think of life as any different to this
what foolishness