Uncovering and understanding Utopia: A poem 

Can you join me in cleaning 

the universe of its historical stains? 

I know the angst of setting right 

has been the inevitable bales of my pains 

Yet, under the earth’s crust is a lyric 

that has no words but hieroglyphs of magic 

You may discover that such a microcosm 

is the entire sum of an infinite macrocosm 

 And if you can scoop up the stars’ dust 

and be what you can, be what you must 

The exhausted suffering soldier walks the tortuous drill 

by his mastery of sheer will 

There is a landslide in sacrifice 

that destroys so much; but uncovers what underneath lies 

The clusters of all these mysteries 

like telescopes discovering far-flung galaxies 

I can be broken, but still be outspoken 

and realise my deeds are no mere token 

I know the Supreme; and know I can reap 

a Utopian Paradise in his keep