And inspiration came in flight, in the form of the magpie
Amid confusion the bobbing head was all the recognition needed
As the door to the mysteries swung open wide
and a brother’s light came with the next volume to read
Before the end of time the secret will be learnt
and the alchemy will be there for all to cherish once more
And those who laboured in its burial must return to the wheel
Amid the flames of guilt and anguish they will reside
For the corner stone of existence was nearly rent in two
So cruelly abused were the fibres of time
And within the mystery comes the truth about the multiplying
Why one was lonely and needed others to share its thoughts
For once a universe is created it can only keep dividing
Expanding its demands as the petulant child
Until all the energy is spent and the power can only retract
Then the sun and the moon and the stars retire
and the sky becomes darkness for an eternity
For that is the will of what is beyond infinity
On the wing the ground will disappear
and the mountains should fall from the sky
Deities of fire to which worship will be directed
As the ancients once practised so another generation will be fooled
For the truth lies hidden in the sand; trampled by a myriad of feet
Lost to all but the magpie who is curious as to the time of day
Trapped within the maze is the wise man bewildered by it all
For the truth is hidden and written in code
But no modern day scholar truly knows the key words
All is only assumed; a civilisation built on unsteady foundations
The towers of corruption soon to fall and the power to diffuse
For that is what the magpie does understand when it looks down from the sky
13 August 2001
