Poetry
By
Dennis Conroy


At The Interface

High-Tech brings us closer / than we ever thought before.
Does our belief keep us from seeing / what lay beyond our door?
Can we cross the line of ignorance / we draw inside our mind,
at the shores of our perception / and the limits we define.

Experience comes nearer / as we spin around in space.
We're closer to the edge / Can we see another's face?
So I try to make contact / with another who can see,
that the system has to change / or we will cease to be.

At the Interface.....We can't take too long.
At the Interface....There's no room for wrong.

All the myths give way to change,/ They were shattered with the Atom.
The myth of greed / could not succeed / We should have learned our lesson.
Medieval minds / in a nuclear age./ Can we stop the madness?/
Can we turn another page?/

All has changed / but the way we look / into the world we make./
All our idols can not save us / and it doesn't help to fake./
I look across the ocean and I swear that I can see /
the image of another / who is striving to be free./

At the Interface...Love reaches across the line./
At the Interface...Can we see it while there's still time?/

The future is here./ We've got to be be here now.
We can't wait any more / for someone to show how./

Send the message out / the watchtowers have all fallen,/
The bird of Peace / has taken to the sky./
We can call it back / The sounds of Earth are calling./
They're closer to this Earth than you or I./

At the Interface...in order to succeed,/
we must recognize another persons need./

Love we must make / before we can take/
The freedom of liberty./

At the Interface...

(1989)