Penultimate Dawn
And would I write of all
the lesser staples of the trivia
that pass before my mind
while history is borne--it is
of man, the swell of glory
in his chest. The ages pass
before him, he to stand, select
the argument, the passion in it--
he to put in place demand, a price,
a crest to rule when time slows
down its pace.
There looking up, I see
the restless skies; they'll not
be conquered by a man,
nor by a god that he creates.
He, the one to see, to be
creature of his science which
sees of its own, creates
a reference to its own.
Its flight is free, and shares
one thing alone--one basic power,
one love.
~
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