Each of us at this juncture inside this holographic dream then and now
One by one from the beginning of pond scum, panspermia and far beyond
Alone here by a path self-made by every step trod
Walk in darkness, tell me what you see?
We tip-toe upon the shoulders of giants
Just another insignificant flea
Gazing over the mysterious panorama
What now do you believe?
We walk together, yet alone in our darkness
Billions upon billions blind but to a dime
Sprites flash as angels far above us
As we reach to grasp the fading afterglow of lucidity
We speak to each other across a gulf within this great darkness of self
To find comfort and belonging outside another impenetrable shell
From the fear of an inevitable demise that is our greatest unknown
So we pine for our heroes of yesterday in myopic nostalgic melancholy
The bracing bite of a squall assails one and all
So we clothe ourselves in the skins of ghosts and the revered
Frost-bitten beaten red and black we trudge on through the howling wail of voices we almost discern
Yet by the huddled fire the young the old we stare into the embers begging for the voice of a fallen kin whispering
We are simply after-born
The latest layer of copies diluted and filtered from a flawless jolt
Do we bow before adam and eve
The launch of this mythological hokum
Ah, but to do the family name proud
To gather at holidays to argue and show off
Reflections of a mirrored-self but merely delusional illusion
Are you simply in love with yourself or do you distain?
As faint copies of billions what is left?
The accumulated sum or aging process to extinction
We are 6 of 100 and do we continue after this
Is history a dusty forgotten page to be discarded or embedded forever by strings