Letras
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
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
'Cross the backs of the fleet
For 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 had a taste of it's 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