Below Orion
So here I stand
Below Orion
Some stars are bright
The rest are tryin
The night's vast calm
The world's low hum
It all moves on
Unfelt by some
A zillion lives
So many lands
Some seeking hope
Raise high their hands
Not every life
Hears the same tone
Just: born and here
But then: alone
The crowded ones
Condensed; compiled
All ignorant
Of free, of wild
So here I think
Below Orion
The stars unmoved
More time they're buyin
Our world is small
No more to fill
With kinship lost
Ourselves we kill
We each, a cell
All of one life
Living together
Torn by strife
Alone is lost
As one, we win
The unheard voice
Above the din
One world is ours
Not each nor mine
Each single life
Unique, divine
Not one single human soul
Alone and cold and crying
Matters less than all the rest
Of we all, far below Orion
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