To the last—
We dream, still!
Men build mountains
Stand a top the backs of the huddled and the praying; reaching for the
Same star.

Til the last–is lost, lost at sea, and onto the dark.
Where by man first made his pact
With the flames.
Where by man lost his understanding of man and Babel fell!

To the last—we dream, still!
And still we dream!
But like the man who frets to look into
The mirror,
Damns himself to glaze upon the abyss.

C.W