Swing Lo Magellan

Last night, all my attention

Squinting westward at the sunset

With a map and a compass

When a man reached up, said something

"There, against the sky, a point of light

Too invisible to give itself to the naked eye"

On the shore, people yellin'

In their eyes, a great reflection

In the grid, aware their position

Unconcerned with intuition

"There can never be no sympathy

From that wilderness, so let it be arrested"

Swing lo, ol' Magellan

Nine-by-six or eight-by-seven

Post a sentinel at the border

Of what you attend, what you ignore

I saw my frame in a pool of light

Oh, drowned in doubt and shame, and I knew that I had lost my sight