Monsters and Miracles

 
It's a new thing, you see?
It has a heart, and lungs.
I don't know what it's saying;
It's speaking in tongues.
 
A strain of enlightenment,
So long overdue;
As welcome as daylight;
As fresh as the dew.
 
In a halo of triumph
Its head we shall wreathe;
As the first of new visions
That have learned how to breathe.
 
On wobbly legs
It courageously rises
To greet the first day
Of the age of surprises.