i am in orbit, here
So are we all
dropping down to surface
angular velocity substantially reduced
from where i stand, or sit,
still, milling about
occupying time/space
half a life's worth of life
at most
looking into my children's eyes
every now and then,
look again grand children's lives
yet still 935 mph headed east
held here while moving
under the influence of gravity
along several axes
by various intergalactic fields
turning on a moving plane
moving in place...
upon a spinning world
in a rotating galaxy
in a universe
moving?
Everything moving it seems
such is life...
i suppose everything
posed by fate to be
assembled/disassembled,
changing states
to decompose and be recreated,
they say...
whether we recognize, or not
sensing beyond senses
our minds seem inclined
to overstate our abilities
beyond our grasp
and the ability to stay on task
continually evades us
turning the tables
like Caine and Abel
jealousy strikes us back
to a new starting line
a matter of fact
when we trip forward,
calling it progress
forgetting our former mistakes
like a pot full of crabs
or a den of sleeping snakes
poised for the next kill
until the waiter
in this floating
space hotel
comes with the bill
imaginations pouring
a cup overflowing
in the illusion of sanity
a rest-stop for humanity
till fission and fusion,
spill from the box
a chain-reaction
which triggers a paradox
war in the name of peace
until we bomb each other
out of this world...
or our prayers for vengeance
awaken the beast within
and only so much confusion
we can take...
Whether born in a stable
or upset about
What our practice of religion
has come to resemble
fornication by the church
Gambling in the temples
Jesus overturning tables
burning witches or stoning each other
how many directions and influences
can we entertain in our tenuous grasp
to find who the what we are
much less where in heavens are we going
just knowing
someday we are all going to die
just where are we trying to go
while being stuck here together
trying to save our souls
from each other
better still, knowing
we have something to live for
even if, just for a moment more
until like the setting sun
we are no more
our death, witnessed,
while everything else
around and about us goes on...
our bodies lose structural integrity
the driving forces which moves us to be
a fluid cloud of living energy
with an aura, detectible
by others in proximity
with techy gismos
even further observable
no longer is served,
no longer is breathing
no more beating heart
lays down and... dies
our bodies swiftly disintegrate
our identities erased
integrated thoughts
in our collective kin
our memories whether
carried by love
or by none
in the hearts and smiles
by people who recycle our energy
knowing what love means/is...
to live through them
while the wicked just die...
and swiftly fly back to the Hell
from which they came
And for the rest of us
we live on in the minds of others
our memories of kindness
worthy of trust...
carry them with us
as our molecular structure
dissipates,
back
to stardust
C2

