there was a time long ago in the future
of humanity that folded minds into light
the stars were bright and meaningful
to all who knew the words gone past
history of dreams dogma far exceded
walking backwards into the present
what else is there but we be here now
imagine a life that is imagined
call the spirits call the gods definitions
concepts of the creator weakly shared
ignorance is exaltation wisdom is bane
yet the sky is blue sometimes or pitch
no one exists or ever has a being
we see smell hear taste and touch
a dog is always here for some reason
and will tell me what is true perhaps
the corps on the ground is my own
i turn away and travel a stagnant path