Lost Knowledge

I found myself peeking through holes throughout time

Like a universe folding back upon itself toward the beginning 

(The true direction of evolution)

Back when my dreams were only dreams 

Before dreams became dense substances that competed with me for dominance 

And the memories of invisible timelines competed with my archive of sanities 

The earth was more earthy, touch was more touchy 

A wall in life could be destroyed with effort, chipping away, breaking down 

But some walls in my dreams were made of 

Memories composed over centuries, millenia, and things so long and reliable

They cannot be measured or devoured by time

And no simple sledge hammer or tenacious 

Wrecking ball could put a dent in that, whatever it is

And waking from a life in which my dreams were not my own

I realized how changeable, how fancible, how indulgent  I was

Living every day a different kind of life, out of order, no momentum

A beautiful odor and very bad taste, but 

Only in my dreams did I perceive consistency 

A mission, a direction, a river of god’s blood, the call of the star masters:

The mad monk, the alien hermit, the interstellar warrior 

It's just odd is all, this feeling that 

Dreaming is what happens when I'm awake 

And waking is what happens when I sleep emancipated 

There's no handbook for this one I think 

It’s like science, it’s like fantasy, it’s like nature, it’s like a thing that hasn’t been

Invented yet, yet it’s already in play, making everything exactly as it likes

Before even the words for this free will lucidity have been born

But just in case I’m sending back in time this message

In a capsule–carefully woven of both compassion and doom

This message 

To wake you up in your dreams

Even though it is forbidden by the entities 

To dream with you when you wake 

Even though it is forbidden by the authorities 

Boldly forging the new science, we will together 

Make just the foibles of failure, mending the glory of nature

Today with words we call religion and spirituality

We call academia and institution 

We call government and war 

We call medicine and health  

But tomorrow and yesterday we will not use such profane language

We will use the divine codex

But first we must remember

Where we put it