as high as our eyes can see by silkshines, literature
Literature
as high as our eyes can see
We travel through skies
written through with messages
to the worms and mothers below.
Our toes float just above
as high as our eyes can see
and just below the airplanes
that you were always afraid of.
The birds scorn our presence.
We must contaminate this morning air.
They flap and flutter in our flashing eyes.
I see Father Sun, skipping along
a too-close horizon, winking and waving
at poor countries he forgets
when his eyes reach the Caribbean.
We hum songs with words long forgotten,
twine our fingers together and
hold back the giggles rising to our lips.
We make sure to avoid falling in love,
lest we drop from the star
The words we chance to speak seldom fall upon understanding ears. Even where sympathy, or merely patience, is to be found, few will accept the truth or the necessity of our cause. More than a few of our eldest members have grown bitter over the current state of affairs. The oldest among us remember another time; they remember a time when we were the voice of truth itself, seated at the right hand of necessity. We were the father -- The scattered tribes our children -- How they clamored around our fires when the dark night fell.
Oh, but those scattered tribes are super
