He spoke in
the dangerous dialect
He wanted it all back
in the original version of earth.
He took up with
the wilderness between
mystery and science.
He was sure to be facing down
many great delusions, and the
formidable crux of our existence itself.
Everything hinged on leaving,
being willing to take that first step
out the door of the places within
that he called home. As for
the world outside, the primal domain,
his dreams of a restored earth never faded.
His work is beautiful as tragedy can be,
worth the quest, worth the writing of it.
He lived what he spoke even when it
meant that years would go by with little
understanding from others.
He worked along that rift
all of his life,
walking in the one world.