They sensed it like a premonition of a better time to come
as a memory of one heard before: a possibility, an unknown, a dream

They heard it from the powers up above
that I was here, had arrived, did exist
and would unfold a vision of the future

And I did and then they did not listen

I said that Capitalism would end.
That the towers of money which rule the earth
would crumble while we built a brave new
world. But they were not ready to try

I said that we would fall
into each others souls and last
surviving in new opened darkness
of the all. But they were not ready to love

I told them of a wealthy other world
a place of horror and truth into which
they could walk at will and would.
But they were not ready to go

And now they gnash their teeth against me
ready to tear the flesh from my bones
in anger and contempt

that I did not give them what they asked for

When they welcome me we will walk in peace

and what I have foretold will come to pass

At long last light, living
at the edges of the earth
at the outskirts of our time
with the sure and strong conviction
of its failure to provide
what it set out to provide

And what the earth demanded
yet unspoken for, unseen
yet ungiven by the antihero
lost amidst the scene

and the order yet unbroken
and the gods unknown or lost
and the antihero waiting
for an answer or a cost

will the earth be wholly known?
will the sky be wholly seen?
will the anti-hero’s efforts
be seen upon the screen

what a people do not know
of the weapons of the sky
lets them live a happy dream
at peace beneath the lie

that our voices all are heard
that all pathways will run clear

at long last light
living at the edges of the earth
at the edges of our time