They look to the skies
for some kind of divine intervention –
Food goes to waste
Think about it,
there must be higher love –
Down in the heart or hidden in the stars above –
Without it, life is wasted time
The new reality they sought was radically secular and stridently simple. The ideal was not the balanced complexity of the new American federation, but the occult simplicity of its great seal: an all-seeing eye atop a pyramid over the words Novus Ordo Seclorum.
It gets old when you talk to the sun
In a tongue understood by no one
The world was moving
she was floating above it
and she was
