from "The Voyage of the Teleos"

A dramatic poem I'm writing for class. It echoes a little bit of what I've learned from David Steindl-Rast.


I can't show you anything, but you must see
and detach these hoses and tubes that tie you to the weak,
who ask us to do their errands.
EGG HEAD NOBODIES, NOBODIES!
we're here, right now, my friend, to shape the world,
for we are able to reach and grasp the very invisible air that binds around a sandy core
and prevents the nobodies from falling away into the deep.
And we're here, right now, my friend, in an attempt
to describe the unthinkable to those who wish to think it and dissect it and cut it apart--
and nothing we say, well, nothing can make it easier than that.
We can't let them steal this away.

But friend, this is the way it works.
We do what others can't for their own sake,
as we are needing and wanting.
and though they're nobodies, and nobodies may they remain!
They're our nobodies, and you're the one who can't see!

There are those who see our face,
ours alone. they don't see the faces of the nobodies, and rightfully so.
can they hold out their hand and gather the gentle star dust
Caking silent in their hand, as we can?

As we have before, why this talk?
The stars are a wonder, the planets hold their secrets away from us,
a provocation to come and find them
once and for all. and though we're the ones.
We can't forget what our purpose is!

Purpose, that's all you ever speak of, my friend!
And purpose has enslaved you to the doing of nothing,
nothing for nobodies. You're the rock floating through the
Way, no origin and no destination. The sun seeks you
to suck you up to eradication. You are a waste product of a galaxy of nothing.
You see nothing but what can be done, and not the
fundamental concepts of the richness, the thing that is
without doing. Without even seeing that it is. You don't see it.
And you know you can't and choose to do nothing still!
You have chosen the road to nothing willingly, and as my friend, I cannot let you stay on it.