To better view the fairest stars of <br />Genesis, Keats or Kepler, <br />learned priests and lectors <br />of vertical transcendence <br />built towers over clouds <br />beyond the touch of worldly toil. <br /> <br />Standing below in soiled boots, <br />newer prophets citing <br />the universal brotherhood of <br />mitosis, chromosomes and DNA, <br />urge a new transcendence <br />spread on a horizontal plane <br />where bridges are preferred to ladders. <br /> <br />Muffled distant drums, <br />beating somber warnings <br />of poisoned waters and global heat, <br />summon us down <br />from our lofty towers of denial. <br /> <br />Murmuring rhythms of forests and streams <br />and all species of flora and fauna <br />line out the same life beats <br />as the engines in our chests. <br />The God without is the God within - <br />nested in our nuclei. <br /> <br />With global death within the grasp <br />of our reckless finger tips, <br />and bullet fever <br />infesting our earthly villages, <br />are we ready yet <br />to yield a measure of our trust <br />to the healing power <br />of horizontal transcendence?<br /><br />Robert Charles Howard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/horizontal-transcendence/
