Buckminster Fuller lyrics

Last night I dreamt of him:

Buckminster Fuller

Force that drives the flower brings

Grace to caterpillars

Slowly creeping

Drunk with meaning

Things unseen are not unmade

And I am just a little thing

Made like all others

Humble as a bumble bee

My heart set on the moon

Full force feeling

Here is meaning

Things unseen are not unmade

How was it, how is it, how was this great world grown?

Things unseen are already there

Slowly creeping

Drunk with meaning

Things unseen are not unmade