Lore

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 a muttered speech But the form exceeds what it means

I ran around those ancient highways 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 An ancient tree becomes a boat