As the roaring chaos of a howling gale,
In streaks of light, slides through our veil,
To pierce the prism of our eye,
Inviting potent thoughts to fly
Upon the echo of our ecstasy,
To strike forbidden honesty
To surge and scream through vacant alleys,
As dawns awakes our sleeping valleys.
As cosmic yawns do rock the ocean bed
To stir the blood which we have bled,
From chartered streams of our veins
To the mental mazes of our chains,
Where Ancestors had searched and sought,
To find how they were sold and bought,
And All which we have ever known,
Is but a paper model of an empty throne.
As another die is cast,
Against the levee of the past,
And timeless tides of fortune
Carry crescents from the moon,
To rock the ancient board of chance,
And invent another dance;
To frolic from the formless tree,
Another leaf, which falls to be,
Another ancient trance.
As the fury of the dancing flame,
In licks of light, does spin another game
Upon the waste land of the past,
Where nothing that is made, was ever made to last.
And in the clarity of crystal dew
This inferno rages right on through,
Into the splendour of the sunburst morn,
Where the children of the lake, do swim in every form.
As the emptiness of naked space,
Swallowed in Forever’s face,
Does sift the sands of time,
Of islands in the sunshine,
Where eyes embedded in the earth,
That watch with every death and every birth,
Do dream another sacred order,
Of our home beyond the chaos border.
As another bulb ignites,
And joins a chain of city lights;
Glowing, like fire-flies on frigid earth.
And in the ember of this birth,
We see the ruined rooks of broken ages,
Crash and burn from empty stages,
As only embryonic dreams,
Amount to all which we have been.
As surging arms embrace the air,
As a million piercing cries do dare,
To surrender to the iridescent flow
Where waking light does glow,
And the levee bursts asunder;
Where in revolutionary thunder,
We are carried out to sea,
In the electricity, of All there is to be.