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 stroll together, yet alone in our gloom

Billions upon billions blind but to a dime

Sprites flash as angels far above us

As we reach to grasp the fading afterglow of ethereal lucidity


We speak to each other across a gulf within this great obscurity of self

To find comfort and belonging outside another impenetrable shell

From the fear of an inevitable demise that is our greatest mystery

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 ancestral apparitions and the revered

Frost-bitten beaten red and black we trudge on through the howling wail of voices we almost discern

Still& silent transfixed huddled by the fire the young the old we stare into the embers begging for the voice of fallen kin …whispering


Heroes of lore like che- schweitzer-mlk-rachel corrie-victor jara –manning-snowden millions more

Garner deeds and voices echo in cadence rattling our conscience as we lay laurels at their memories

Resonance pulsates along spider web connections sparking inspiration

Rise up and take their place or shuffle away in shame


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 such pretentious superficiality?


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?


Is our untouched unhallowed fallowed future

Back to the immersing swirling broth

As we age as a species down accumulative flaws and errors

Till we dead end at extinctin like everyone else


Not just the accumulation of layered greatness laid down by our idols?
we pine for yesterday and our ghostly champions  in our guilt of our shame and regret

As we clothe ourselves in their skins

As we tread where they’ve have been through their eyes we attempt to see



As we become faint dissolving copies translucent fading decaying

While an event horizon is just up ahead

Is our destiny a transfixed date with a technological or evolutionary singularity?


We reach for the stars stretching our grasp

Stuck in mire we war upon ourselves

We can perceive even the strings of the micro

But can’t see the equality if every human being


We scream for personal justice and freedom

While inflict injustice on our neighbor to steal

As we allow ourselves to be imprisoned under lock and key

We bow before a constitution while we shred it to pieces


We marvel at our self-serving magnificence

While we pray to mythological maker for more more more

Driven by an addiction of nefarious desire

This collective evil of simple selfishness












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