Where’s my quill? Where’s my satchel bag?
Make haste! Clouds are soon to eat the moon!
Heavens! How will I write?
A star just bloomed and sent my muse a tune.
Curse this broken quill! When will the stars
send us ships full of gifts?
They’ve room for us all
With wheels and wings of fire
they’ll save us from ourselves
Quick, it’s hell down here
Out there---is at the light only the Silent see.
Out there---is always where you can never be.
Boot my pager up and read the ads:
‘Secretaries, too, can Meet the Sun!’
‘Son of Man Seeks Lass’
Press return and punch the password in
locked on log-on, the signal’s jammed
Users keep clogging lines.
there’s space for us all
past where we’ve gone
where we shall overflow,
overthrow, and outgrow
Out there---is that light only the Silent see
Out there---is always where you can never be
Out there---is so designed to let your mind go free
Out there---is always where you can never be
out there is: Paradise, not parasites
Holidays, not squalid days
Out there, no proselytizing Pharisee
will dowse your works in kerosene
to sterilize your heresy.
Out there, no one imagines God’s complaints,
and thus commands that sacred paints
be used to clothe your naked saints.
Out there---is that light only the Silent see
Out there---is always where you can never be
Out there---if so inclined you’ll let your mind go free
Out there---is always where you can never be
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