For once you have tasted flight you will walk the earth with your eyes turned skywards, for there you have been and there you will long to return. Thrive, you sons of Earth and light On gossamer dreams so bright To spread these Icarus wings and fly Heaved from hubris to the sky So fare our seeds, proud hopes of Man Whether through unfaltering faith in God Whether by sense of self and truth Or kindness to kindle faith anew in you And so we wait now Through great enterprise of generations Slowly to pull through A renaissance of sense and thought to thrive anew My doubts are few And I will live anew Pon the break of dawn we philosophized To seek a light so deep Now on for lunar light they leave To stir our beliefs A new celestial relation A stair to the sky Proud Apollonian, a novel view we owe to you The solace of heliocentrism turned to awe Of so many grains of sand Islands we are in such vast seas I notice You, as doleful you wane As we come to terms with being but one of so many grains of sand We stand on the shoreline as waters wash away The prints we aspired to leave for another day How I wish theyd have stayed We are in Cosmoosmosis We are no longer soilbound To Earth, a sole dimension Transcend is all that we can do So prone are we to flights of fancy Borne on wings hopeful and flimsy Man doth wake and realizes We are dragonflies chasing dewdrops at dawn Drawn to universal cycles, as butterflies to pheromone trails The view from here is pleasant, our window to the Metaverse inviting So enticing these fruits of Eden in our sky It may be that the old astrologers had the truth exactly reversed, when they believed that the stars controlled the destinies of men. The time may come when men control the destinies of stars. Drawn ever deeper down below into the deepest time We have thrown old limitations away To actuate To deviate Alleviate To elevate And as sky we pursue and an empyreal future ensure We are thus persistent, to subsist and endure To ring in novel seasons, of due reason and sapience On wings to cast off, each of us, at last to reach the sun To steer the stars without want for hands Is to know what sense is My senses fly And call unto me Though islands are we In time well learn to swim the seas And Ill follow you there Theres so much left to learn And so many new things to see And my conscience lay bare Times a friend to me And as she flows, so will we And through the aeons well meet The first and the last Always in motion
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