I Am Waiting For A Message Comments

Science is in the saddle, while I go searching For the face of cosmic man, in heaps of decay In the tenderest sprouts, or the vault of sky I am sorry, I have no message to answer the Y, but my search for the Y makes me a supplicant, inviting inspiration with my reasoning mind hence hidebound and wound in my antenna but always able to learn things from U

HERE IS MY MESSAGE 'With a garland in hand I come To your beloved parental home I could have come to your southern Abode But Sun is already moving Northward So to your northerly home do I come.' So says the White Peacock Enough of waiting has been done. It will not mind another decade But question on the spine's been raised Ah, my poor feathers have no colours For I never needed to change colours Just because on hues I drew a blank Does not mean the spine too is blank. If you have further tricks up your sleeve Play them out. I have resigned myself to your will. You have every right to do to me What I did to you once long ago Oh, not you, it's not you It's that Einstein God who will do it To balance the Equations we drew long ago.