I believed they had got what they came for I believed our peril was done On the eve of the last of the great wars After three we had narrowly won (But the fourth It was carelessly done.)
I saw his ship in its whistling ascension As they launched from the capitol seat Swear I saw our mistake When the clouds draped like a flag Across the backs of the fleet Of the hundred-first lightborne elite
As the day is long So the well runs dry And we came to see time is taller Than space is wide And we bade goodbye To the great divide Found unlimited simulacreage to colonize!
But there was a time we were lashed to the prow Of a ship you may board, but not steer Before you and I ceased to mean now And began to mean only right here (To mean inches and miles, but not years) Before space has a taste of its limits And a new sort of coordinate awoke Making time just another poor tenant Bearing weight, taking fire, trading smokes In the war between us and our ghosts
(But I saw the bering strait and the golden gate In silent suspension of their golden age! And you can barely tell, if I guard it well Where I have been, and seen Pristine, unfelled)
I had a dream that I walked in the garden Of chabot, and those telescope ruins It was there that I called to my true love Who was pale as millennial moons Honey, where did you come by that wound?
When I woke, he was gone And the war had begun In eternal return and repeat Calling, where in the hell are the rest of your fellow One hundred-one lightborne elite? Stormed in the new highland light infantry
Make it stop, my love! We were wrong to try Never saw what we could unravel In traveling light Nor how the trip debrides Like a stack of slides! All we saw was that time is taller than space is wide
That's why we are bound to a round desert island 'Neath the sky where our sailors have gone Have they drowned, in those windy highlands? Highlands away, my john