In the end it will not matter much who has what,
or why we have it, or why we got it at all.
What will matter is who has how to make things new.
Earth will birth New Earth, birthing new integration—
a unity that will, someday, decompose and fall.
At the start it will not matter much who has what.
People will find ourselves, free of resignation
despite our urge to build ourselves our new Great Wall.
What will matter is who has now to make things new.
What seams isn’t based on remnant imagination,
but the will to move on despite the cosmic stall.
In the end it will not matter much who has what.
The beginning will begin new speculation,
and new men, we’ll find ourselves making the same call.
What will matter is who has how to make things new.
But men, if we’re men, will defy our damnation,
and run amok without history to recall.
At the start it will not matter much who has what,
what will matter is who has now to make things new.
