Now every time I close my eyes

To this ghostly enterprise

Harken back to that cult of death

Recalling the first word ever said

In that word there sat a seed

From a seed sprung a machine

From a machine an un-muttered speech

But the form exceeds what it means

I ran around those ancient highways

And I went down to that time of lore

I swam on out in that brackish water

Mosaic of all come before

Dip me under different water

Wrap me up and take me home

Filled with hope wrapped in useless armor

You're my friend now find my foe

I ran around those ancient highways

And I went down to those roots of lore

A river came and knocked me sideways

And ancient tree becomes a boat