“Truth is Everywhere” by Gary Lindorff
We poets take no responsibility
For the forms of civilization;
There are architects
To create the shells we leave behind.
It is our nose for truth
That makes us poets,
A requirement of human evolution
That civilization exploits,
Or straight out denies.
Truth does not build on truth.
Each generation may rightly lay claim to it !
It has to be experienced.
And truth is self-sufficient.
A good life can be built
Around some very simple truths.
Being pushed by the wind,
I once found myself caught up
In a storm of milkweed parachutes,
And truth was everywhere…
Architects are illusionists,
And we’re running out of toothpicks and tinsel !
Soon there will be cities built out of smoke
But before that happens
There may came a day
When we sit down to a dinner
Of artificial memories,
Choosing from a menu
Of long forgotten tastes.
I remember a cover
Of a science fiction thriller in the 50s,
Depicting an alien landscape:
In the foreground, a canyon
With the rusty hull
Of a spaceship leaning
Silhouetted on a rise,
And behind that, looming
Mirage-like in the distance,
Great mountainous hives of a super city,
Which, due to its remoteness I guess,
Enhances the incorruptible romance
Of an alien dusk.
There is our future, if we’re not careful !
Form, gargantuan, cosmic,
Posing as the last, unbuildable city.
But it’s always been there !
Like a screensaver on the inner eye
Of a species that never felt at home,
Showing us what we will look like
When simple truths are gone.