It was an Age
plump as the apple
we picked from the tree

We reached
and the heavens opened
Do you recall then?

when we first realized,
I mean really saw
the possibilities?

Not just to return
old lamps for new
But heaven’s eye opening
and the perennial awakening

As we gathered the ripening fruit
First seeded by the Gnostics,
tended by the transcendentalists
to become the auteurs
of our destiny

Did it matter – you? me? them?
We were the world
The world was us

For each Age, a revelation
And we arise with the light
shining in our eyes
The curse, the pride of our family

To begin anew, our resurrected,
our immaculate conception

2003. Vancouver, BC