woven from the stars,
Filled with storms and cosmic fire
Walk erect in liberation,
pursuing dreams with myopic eyes.
hoarding words, wisdom,
And objects for present and future use,
Weave fluid histories, riven
With blood and rites of passage.
bearing heavy loads
Of ancient, buried memories,
Build material worlds, creating
Gods to ease the sting of death.
straining for meaning
Of concealed truths dimly sensed,
Make mysteries, hiding
ignorance behind masks of certainties.
fighting hidden dragons
garbed in fires of hate and fear,
Turn from reason, creating
chaos clothed as justice.
holding onto visions
of peace, goodwill and love,
Walk softly in the night, hoping
one day sanity will prevail over all.