Why We Keep Trying
Dark means we’ve never seen the light;
dark means we’ve never been the light.
A binary world is only half right –
shades of grey can redeem the light.
Jupiter’s too big and Mars is too red –
only the moon seems serene at night.
We walk through killing fields looking down
as though we could somehow glean the light.
In valleys of blackness we stumble ahead.
We stalk the hills as we dream the light.
At first we duck and crouch in the shadows:
we find it painful, too keen, the light.
But you can’t fool time and you can’t fake vision:
we’ll win if we don’t blaspheme the light.