In Sciens, Nemo Nocere
We, the Guides and Explorers
We, the Healers and View-changers
Our timeless assembly of Professors and Prophets
We, the Witches and Heretics
We, the Charlatans and Truth-tellers
We stand, foot to shoulder, free of the burdens of our discoveries
From towers of magic and meaning
We guard energy as the traits The Stars chose
the words written The Ancestors willed
the meaning observed that Evolution perfects
All that is held sacred and empirical by our connections of carbon
Our voices and patterns protect
We are the Keepers of galleries of physics and oceans of feelings,
Conjurers of invisible connections and infinite vacuums,
Defenders of ways won with infinite suffering
Meaning is matter and Animism is Atoms
From Self to Soul, we pledge to harm none
We know the Ways of not dying by battle or perspective
Death is a pioneer and we travel by his cairns,
We defined the Cancer cells and Charon,
Coins in our pockets in coats of white
Our hands are the ones that warm the cold instruments
That excise demons and decay
We receive voices and infants from nothing and nowhere
Phantom Limb Holders and Bad News Bringers
Throughout time and gravity and space
We care for the ways of remembering
Stories of all living things in romantic taxonomies
Perspectives that change our velocity
Nuances between axons and bonfire tales
For generations to agree upon
That Karma is neither created or destroyed
That Nothing is a solid without the spirit
That water was spirit, and became lizard and ape
And That there is no greater Evil than not washing your hands