To a World That's Coming

 

(a lipogram)

 

 

 

 

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Wait!  A world is coming, it's coming soon,

 

  Growing as corn grows.  A world is on its way

 

  Cryptic as woman, warm as primordial clay,

 

Blowing in softly as a mighty cloud, and high as a waxing moon.

 

 

 

Our swift ships will soon find far-off stars

 

  And worlds unafraid, dancing through fabulous nights

 

  And holy days, brilliant with millions of lights,

 

A vast cornucopia, but finally lacking all our old wars.

 

 

 

Arriving, you will find winds that rip away

 

  Things you had thought vital, as winds blow

 

  Sounds from this song.  But you will know

 

That what winds cannot undo must stay

 

  Always.  Across our last-found world storms will grow,

 

Blowing in dawn, announcing at last our final, miraculous day.