What is the truth of power?   
   What can refute all lies?   
   Look at a meteor shower   
   In clear midnight skies.   
      
   Between the fluffy clouds   
   In Arizona sky -   
   Between the fears and doubts -   
   Between the "you" and "I" -   
      
   Carrying time and matter   
   From the galactic heights,   
   Into the skies they scatter   
   And sanctify the night.   
      
   Meteors, stone and metal,   
   Burning up in their flight -   
   Look at their skill and mettle!   
   Look, and gain second sight!   
      
   Look at the sparks in heaven!   
   Look, and see with your eyes -   
   Six, seven, eight, eleven -   
   Look, and be mesmerized!   
      
   Hailing from worlds unknown -   
   Rich with the universe -   
   Ice, fire, earth and stone -   
   Passion and speed and force!   
      
   Look at the truth they carry -   
   That they wish to impart -   
   See how they wish to marry   
   Earth with galactic heart!   
      
   Meteors, bits of planets -   
   Parcels of cosmic dust -   
   Iron and gold and granite   
   From an uncharted past -   
      
   Here they come into present   
   And bring inside their core   
   Pieces of the Incessant   
   Into Forevermore.   
      
   How do I rise to meet you   
   Before you burn in flight?   
   How can the human greet you   
   And understand your plight?   
      
   How can the stars and atoms,   
   Each one its own world,   
   Be in their essence fathomed   
   And in their truth unfurled?   
      
   Sun lights us, and we heed him -   
   Sun is the source of light -   
   But how much greater wisdom   
   Comes from eternal night?   
      
   Measure them, know them, see them -   
   Numerous like the sand -   
   Capture what they conceive and   
   Try, try to understand   
      
   Everything that they know   
   All that they have within -   
   Know them as they bestow   
   Their sainthood and their sin.   
      
   Meteors, flying toward us,   
   From the unknown worlds -   
   Messages that night forwards   
   And with its chill enfolds -   
      
   Mysteries wrapped in darkness -   
   Catch them before they burn -   
   From the unfathomed, chartless,   
   Space, they to us return.   
      
   And with your head in clouds -   
   Or on a satellite -   
   Meet them; yes, meet the crowds   
   Of meteors in the night -   
      
   Look at them as you tower   
   And fathom as they fly   
   The reverse meteor shower:   
   Souls reaching for the sky.   
      
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   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)