Seek It  [unfinished work]

          -- music and lyrics copyright (C) 1992 by Ernest Clark
      
      
      The rumor of its myst'ry sends the mystics to the peaks,
      And aromatics into lungs no matter what their reeks.
      Some name it God, some name it not,
      This thing they almost see,
      But all who hunt it seek to find the key to set them free.
      
      
      Whether brass or subtle thought, a key unlocks a door.
      And many are the gates through which one can return no more.
      Through discipline and suffering,
      A saint drinks from the well,
      Or else a bold marauder who has found a key to Hell!
      
      
      Look out and see the quasars, fed by fires yet unknown.
      But if you seek within and find, they may yet be your own.
      The precious harvest may transcend
      Your innermost desire,
      But fail, and all the Universe will see your quasar pyre!