We are the body heat
of an endangered species,
the shattered hammer and forge
of an archaic workshop.
Gone are the rhymes and chimes,
gone all reason to be,
gone the prophet, saint or devil,
now we drive
to the far side of a town,
one we have never visited,
just to scratch upon a nameless wall.
Words confound us,
spellbound we tinker
with the Daedalian keys,
sprockets and gears
of an incalculable machine,
not seeking answers,
nor questioning why,
but only how.
How I admire mankind's creative shine,
that may turn stone from plain to something new.
With pencil he designs machines on line,
and paints us scenes - surrealistic view.
Law, architecture, engineering claim,
all wholesome change from late accepted ways.
Past knowledge gained, though useful, dare not frame,
our lives aren't chained in by surrounding stays.
Professions based on people's outward needs,
reflect the glory gate of human mind.
An opportune chance using reins of steeds
to enter fair Daedalian fields sublime.
Vast space where might one find our equal force,
in Taurus' Pleiades or Hyades?
Should we give wait or take some fine new course,
to range the darken skies or take our ease?
How I admire man's bright and worthy side,
his reasoning powers reigning most supreme.
His talents like the raging river wide,
man - I do hold now thee in high esteem.