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The universe sees us
as energy of low intensity
a faint spark
against the darkness
surrounding
every other point of being
our dreams are just part
of the evolving machine
which consumes
all futures
of all things
transient...
across the space
of eternity
as it unwinds time
crossing space
Drawn just as its erased
Not...
A place...
A paradox
which cannot be
explained
every possibility
a suggestion
eternity... remains
in the collective
where there
is no change without rebirth
even that what we call death
just part of the equation
of a half-life
rearranging molecules
A holy trinity
time-space-energy balance
atomic valences
spaces within space
appearances of fleeting
living dimensions
being expressed
then closing, upon themselves
like stores for hard times
placed upon a shelf
health/wealth
hidden treasures of themselves
nature subdivided
by means reasons
yet to be decided
side-effects
of ever-changing seasons
ascending... from one chaos
into yet another
for greater purposes
interactions, between factions
of hue-mans
using archaic vowels and contraction
seeking to achieve
better ways than the usual...
violence
a bubble to protect us
a myth, in which humanity
does not exist alone
this war, like so many others
is not a game
its a private room
in Hell
A luxury suite above our means
what happens when our extremes
cannot be reconciled
when phony smiles burn crosses
with our self-deceit
holding on to beliefs
which border on insanity
while a signal
from beyond this world
reminds us, time is short
a cry for humanity to reset
change partners, if we will
reconstruct, change tools
when/If
necessary
say our prayers
hold our grievances
beneath the need for rules
bend space/time
re-create a place
in this universe
even create breathing room
from that which we call nothing
make movement,
even from the void
between the apparent needs
and our schemes for something greater
and maneuvering
the focus of our choices
to the very edge of
a vacuum where nothing moves
and between that realm
of poisoned victories
beyond which our victories
have lost all value
beyond which we can no longer see
a vision, beyond belief
Still, we have so little time
so we skip ahead
losing key elements
common elements we both need
to make bread,
not just to shed lead
there are so many other dimensions
we cannot detect, alone
the ideas we project
in the ways of things
are only the shadows
of echoes we believe
while attacks on our common ground
inflict deep injury
damaging our bank of trust
by an imagined superiority
we perceive...
As our momentary sparks
come and go as much
like sparkles on a moonlit stream
as if awakening from this dream
we imagine makes us different
while things we learn
are only happening
because we progress
only as a team
even through inadvertent cooperation
we make unequivocal advances
while, no doubt in competition
even as our memes expose our schemes
and our pettiness expands and contracts
from everywhere else
even the energy of our souls
relates to ever-changing roles
There is no place where silence reigns
even death removes our molecules
dissolves all imaginary honor
from our false pride
all sense of order
lost
all entry through
the revolving door of Heaven
Where Saint Peter
tallies the final cost
as our souls are rendered
to the essential elements
non-withstanding our imagined belief
only the tally the receipts
even what we think of
as heroes/sheroes
the ideas of ages
passed over...
passing under the stream
of all humanity
every forgotten dream
every clever scheme
to join back into the ocean
of the Universe
as it flows in passing
as the stream of eternity
as it does...
not respectful of intent
God/gods all...
placeholders of souls
lost for living, lost from dying
as humanity comes and is gone
Love... a fleeting hope
Hate, a dying curse
those of us between
making do...
Our time, the cost
forgiving the lost souls
following the many streams
each trail of blood and tears
each assimilation tasked
each extinction masked
until there is no more life
nor cause for devotion
our souls released
to lose all emotion
no trace of material ties
to parallel life
our carcasses rot in the sun
stripped of all flesh and bone
returned to sender
to atone in rust...
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