Sew threads from their divine spindles
Into synapses along the spine
As each degree revolves and dwindles
The reaction - initially inconsequential
But, like the time between light and switch
The cells fire - initiate action potential
Their agent mimics their every stitch
Firing
The poet, in this age of technology
Is divided - inspirational mitosis
From Muses, nature, and mythology;
But, "forgets-them-not" - myosotis
Depolarization
Instead the lines focus on the beauty
To be found in the progress of humanity
Like the Planck epoch in primordial space
We began with matter unrefined and base
From ignorance and bellicose obstruction
Advances were paid by the sweat and blood of the brave
Overcome with intelligence and pacific promotion
This new course the globe continues to pave
From tribal discord and clamor - senseless violence
The race has grown (like submerged seeds
Into Harmonia, concord and accord -Pan's reeds)
Toward the sky and a universal alliance
Repolarization
The disconnected campfires provided dim illumination at night
Once the only vision below the celestial sphere.
Now, in stations (above the terrestrial) new sights appear
The planet is a unified dendritic network of electrical light.
Each new wave of scientific understanding crashes
On the archaic superstitious shore
And the logic of crystalline evidence washes
Away, the suppositions traced before
Hyperpolarization
Color, sex, sexual preference
Along with nationality - once a source of oppression and animosity
Now merely a matter of appearance
Minor relevant differences revealed to be no more than G-C, A-T.
Folly - to war over old lines in the sand
When galactic exploration offers new land
Folly - every separate banner that is unfurled
When everyone's a citizen of this one world
Folly - doubts we don't all see eye to eye
Tell me what sun and moon fill your sky?
Though negativity may color our airs and the N-E-W-S
With doubtful greys and deterring blues,
Positive and hope, are the Aeolus
Often subtle, until awoken, then a forceful stimulus
Resting potential
With the final cords of their chords sewn
The envoy returns to resting potential
Earth revolving, once again silent, alone
Clock ticks, can one degree be instrumental?
Comfort - from their information is left on the mind
Electro-chemical signals - evidence
Of their melody, on the memory, clearly defined
A loving memento of their presence.
Composed By: A.D.
