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 extinction 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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