I once saw magic in the veins of things

 

Yet say, what point there is in going on

With base and bleached unsuccoured life we lead

To learn, to know, to judge, and then be gone?

 

Still nature’s signalmen herald the dawn

The lie which blooms and we await with greed

Yet say, what point there is in going on –

 

Seared sands and endless wastes roll ever on

From azzure seas expired by our misdeed –

To learn, to know, to judge, and then be gone

 

Imbued with secret life, our pantheon

We unlock with science wielded speed

Yet say, what point there is in going on –

 

We Godless gods can pierce life’s shell, anon

Disperse, compress; as we will, change our seed

To learn, to know, to judge, and then be gone

 

As we approach the even tide whereon

All things finally will their secrets cede –

Yet say, what point there is in going on –

 

We look inside and see the magic gone

Brick on brick left behind to meet our need

To learn, to know, to judge, and then be gone

 

Is this the end we hoped to find, upon

Displacing God? No matter, we are freed,

Yet say, what point there is in going on

To learn, to know, to judge, and then be gone.