A rocket-sweep, a lunar broom!
We’re hunting stars in a prism’s room,
That’s filled with all our reflected lives,
On astral plains where no one thrives,
But everyone *does*, in a funny hat.
We’re many! (But divided.)
By time! (It ticked.)
By place! (I’ve misplaced it.)
By circumstance! (A nasty pants-dance.)
In the end, we’ll meet as one big clan,
A warm and lumpy pudding, man!
A family stew of love and glue,
And all the odd socks lost by you
Divided, we sing! (A wobbly note.)
We praise! (The man who lost the boat.)
We thank! (The Lord behind the veil.)
Who’s spinning planets, without fail,
Like plates on sticks! On Earth’s broad plain…
He’s dropped another. *That explains the rain.*