They will unfold our blinded eyes
And tell us
That science, the classrooms, the ruling assumption
Have made us shrink away from the central truths
Our questions about the developing universe
To live a subtle life is not so easy anymore
Nor will it ever be again
Until the churches, the mosques, and the temples
Have all fallen to ruin
Huddled for warmth with nature itself as a blanket
The human race began simply
It pondered mysteries of the universe
And celebrated its answers
Every year, every month, every day
For three hundred thousand years
They passed on these central truths through spoken stories
Have pity upon the primitive
For we will never again know their ignorance
Their bliss
Sedate our sadness for bygone days
Give us the drug of daily satisfaction
Tear from us our natural being
Break the primordial tradition
Extract the cosmos
And put it in a pill
To be taken twice in the morning and twice at night
So that the water, the sky, the rain
Will flow in our minds
Forever in our memories
And never again in our hearts
Alter our genetic makeup
And remove that which we once embodied
We have no further use for it
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