The Crux Of The Matter
after we knocked out the streetlamp playing
nighttime frisbee we looked into the Argentinian
darkness and saw for the first time the Southern
Cross I realized then I was on the other side
of the world and even when I was called back
home the other side of the world would haunt
my desire upside down but never falling off
nighttime frisbee we looked into the Argentinian
darkness and saw for the first time the Southern
Cross I realized then I was on the other side
of the world and even when I was called back
home the other side of the world would haunt
my desire upside down but never falling off
now in an Omaha October when leaves begin
their auspicious route and graves slip into twilight
even now the great mystery that draws us all
reminds me by our mortal nature we are so small
they say there is starlight from numberless galaxies
that takes billions of lightyears to reach the earth
but are we not fools to believe that NOW there
is something out there still it may take another
billion years to know the truth that all there was
when we looked at the Southern Cross was a void
that traveled a billion years to reach our eyes and
yet I still recall how when I looked into his soul
covered by flesh like a hand covered by a glove
I thought I saw a light that poets say is love
their auspicious route and graves slip into twilight
even now the great mystery that draws us all
reminds me by our mortal nature we are so small
they say there is starlight from numberless galaxies
that takes billions of lightyears to reach the earth
but are we not fools to believe that NOW there
is something out there still it may take another
billion years to know the truth that all there was
when we looked at the Southern Cross was a void
that traveled a billion years to reach our eyes and
yet I still recall how when I looked into his soul
covered by flesh like a hand covered by a glove
I thought I saw a light that poets say is love