An Ode To Reason The Full Version

AN ODE TO REASON Stanza One Blossoming ofNebulae Astonish the focused eye. Miracles ofspoken words Reshape the stars in Time's expanding resonance. The golden Eagle hovers Upon the cusp of Silence. Below my feet the fibrous Roots and sensatefungi Form the forest sounding Boards alerting peril. Such counterpointing Fugues I chose as subjects For this present anthem. Stanza Two Waters of our consciousness, We feel the Moon's embrace, The tactile and the mobile sea Floods through our veins, our dreams! To navigate with reason, seeking out The true reality of things. So let redundant Spirits Dwell within their self Delusions and their dungeon walls, Or graveyards with their headstones Faded by corrosive Time. What need have we for Gods And the impotence of prayer? The sea of Reason beckons. Stanza Three Tides turn.Subliminal Matrix of our souls In her immense bed restlessly She turns forever Restless in her dreams between Pacific seascapes and the towering Waves ofimminent nightmare. And the sweet peace of slack water. I call her she for, though inanimate, She is wholly feminine, since deep withinher lies The uterus of life, hot Geysers bubblingwith potential. The long journey to the Word. Refrain Free our minds from ritual fear, The guilty source of many sorrows. Let Reason be the Word, Unerring as the flight of swallows. Stanza Four The fugue of Time installs Its interlacing melodies. Gravity, the true creator. Blossom, nebulae. Stars Scatter like the bright leaves of Fall Before a random wind. They seek no special purpose. So why should we whose senses Flourish in the actual Believe in our eternity. The swallow swims through air Its clock and compass set With immaculate precision, Alighting on its summer station. Stanza Five Tides turn. Tick-tock The metronome of waves, So many waves of Time's Creation, particles and waves A time for splendid indecision! ChallengingPresumptive reason. The Golden Eagle swoops Its golden eyes aglow Within my brow a poem forms Seeking out its prey! Tick tock tick tock tick tock Clickingheels on pavements She has lovely ankles! Life's perpetual motion. Stanza Six Aloft the Eagle's sharpened Focus gathers in minutae. We seek the specks of planets Owned by distant stars. The beauty's in the seeing And seeing who we are Below the level of our conscious Trite philosophies. The miracle of sight and self Awareness honed by gradual Mutations to complexity. Below my feet the roots And sensate fungi recreate Their own equivalent of vision. Stanza Seven Tides turn, obedient To the Moon's reflective mirror And down the neuron paths My thoughts must follow The promptings of the instigator. Who is the hidden one? All seeing and all knowing! One day we shall discover. Ondouble helix wheels Are spun rich tapestries Ofour genetic histories. While Time's relentless arrow Draws us on towards tomorrow Certainas the flight of swallows. REFRAIN No need to pause for prayers.. Which ring and ring on telephones. On old unanswered phones To One who is not there. Stanza Eight The Painted Lady swoops Upon the bugloss spires And slowly spreads her wings To catch the pulsing rays, The final generation From Africa's far shores. Rosetta has now settled Upon her stone of destiny. And Cassini's bright cocoon Alights on Saturn's rings And in her fiery fall There is no end to knowing. What splendour still awaits Beyond Aladdin's doors! Stanza Nine Slack water. The tide turns A ripple in the undergrowth. The Eagle now abandons His suspended silence As wings fold and the waves Fold over the level shore. Drake's drum beats In my brow its Alexandrines Calls up my quixotic being. And who is she, my metronome, Stilettos clicking on the prom? I turn again as does the tide To meet a glancing eye. There is no pain in dreaming! Refrain Free our minds from ritual fear, The guilty source of many sorrows. Let Reason be the Word, Unerring as the flight of swallows. StanzaTen You shadowme, curator Of myself, you catalogue Each thought, each act, and editor Since you rewrite the scripts Of incidents half forgot, Perverting my experience. The sea chokes too with debris. The World must hark to Reason. Only by creation shall we know Ourselves and our desire To guard our natural beauty. Arise now, Aphrodite, Upon the gesso ground And may the Goddess. rule. StanzaEleven The tide must turn again To save the Eagle and the swallow, Our oxygen in plankton Our habitats tomorrow, Our mother sea. Female Reason and her caring nature Must prevailto end this peril. What use the flowering Nebulae, Our planetary probes, our libraries Of Data when greed has blinded Us until eternity? The heels are clicking on the shore. The metronome of Time Insists that she is heard!