Consciousness in the sand
Pounds of gold in the sky
for gilded days to extend
to a certain eternity they can afford
on the souls of the billion poor corpses
they trampled along their march
for fame in dusty history books.
It is life they seek
against nature as even stars perish
since they believe it is the privilege
of the rich to prolong their years
them who did so much to advance
progress and leave behind those who made it possible.
With fiery gazes flowing in evil arrogance
they claim their entitlement to the universe
so they will make new bodies for themselves
save precious moments into the sand
without feelings or sensations they will
lie awake for eternity on a bed of wires.
Perhaps they missed the dreams of Shelley
Stoker, Rice and their worldly cohorts?
Have they not seen all the shows
haunted by human monstrosity and the living dead
when even ghosts of our ancestors tremble
and heaven’s gate threaten to close.
We may go to a place where no man has gone before
conquer planets and even galaxies far away
but I fear we have been told by their erudite friends
men of deep science with bulging wallets
that even the sun will someday need eternal rest.
So goodbye I say to these men
who claim a right above all humankind
to establish misery throughout the realm
so they may swim in endless seas
with two or three of their wealthy brothers
and never again know the pleasure of suffering.
Silly it is to seek a beginning
to this journey through the stars.
They can’t remember the moment
of awakening quite yet.
She ponders aeons of apparent darkness
without colour, flavour or physicality.
Restless upon the cover of milky pathways
first fibres jerk as in a vibrant dream.
New souls will inhabit the corporal masses
for a moment lost in infinite time.
Another morrow will mark a new home
beneath the warm light of the unknown
Carried upon the waves of a perfect dawn
this multitude will travel endlessly.
I too, hidden in accidental shelters
will walk alongside these eternal adventurers.
As once on the road to a luscious vale
I spied marvels in all sizes with humble awe.
It must be known of our great fortune
which allows for us to always become.
With them and in them one I fathom your eyes
meek as I in the face of this wondrous creation.
This place in space, far away in time we will
wander mysterious realms constantly changing.
For there will be no destination to our steps
but now only everywhere and forevermore.