The Seal of Solomon
There is no need to cover that ground again.
I know how the words are formed--
Boiled apart and reconstituted in that deep caldron. . .
Two people are walking down the sidewalk
The energy is strong enough
"Spirals and spheres and things"
"Yes -- and black holes" . . .
To push you along on the surface
Silent waters on an angry sea.
Your vision is clear
but a gap appears
- between your ideas and your actions
The message is clear
but no power to push it
- through the tiny wires of the radio...
There is always something more to be said
A new tale to lead into;
Nothing is new under the sun
If it's under the seal of Solomon.