Part I
Kane
Icarus
Bay not little Lamb.
On we must go
and on and on –
We must go on.
Two thousand yards,
walking distance –
And we’ve already come one thousand five.
Beyond us, marooned,
the lifeboat of the gods,
end of the primordial storm.
Behind us only the beginning
of our crawl – path – lava stone
the safety of the time before
we saw – witnessed –
Our misguided place,
unique human fallacy.
Bay not little Lamb.
Your garden gate is closed.
We are beyond the wall
and must go on.
All tomorrows lay unknown –
we must go on.
~ Sarah Ockershausen Delp