Rise from this land of standard bearers;
Excel where Lancelots, once prolific, languish!
Do not wander
Among the abberant children
Of neglected ideals
Who suck at society's breast!
Serve technology?
Babble about the micro chip,
And tap on the breasts of gods so strong
They bite back invisibly.
Submit to the harness makers,
Manufacturers of yokes
Designed to fit a man for life.
Stray into the mob who strokes you
With apostacy.
Plow your jackhammer through space!
Grasp benign thoughts and
Shake them to sensibility!
Level cities with an angel's horn.
Gentle lips.
Delicate hands.
Be a monster's mirrored reflection, or
Mimic studious prophets of old who
Ran with calloused feet
To the light they could not see,
The light they knew to be.
Rise above the mediocrity and
Dance among the stars!
Bolt the paddock!
Escape fear and run with
Single-minded dynamism,
An arrow shot at the horizon!
