The mystery is not in the words,
it’s in the letters.
Tracing impossible
patterns in between
the things we try to say.
It used to be so simple,
our wonders were the forest
and the story that was told,
the ocean and the words,
were whispered in the cove.
The sky and all the stars
always seemed to hold
a secret
that we tried to unfold,
but now we know.
All of our interests
go deeper,
and broader,
and more esoteric.
It’s not just the water,
it’s every atom
again, even smaller,
if we can fathom it,
wider and farther,
expanding the scope of our problems.
Doing our best
to ignore one another
and the spaces between
what we mean
and what we say.
Grow
as we drift away.
The answer’s not in our skin
anymore,
it’s in our DNA.
Some old
genetic code,
let’s just burn it away.
Some old,
Holy road,
we must bar the gate.
We put poison
in the antidote
to everything.
So big,
but so far.
not much good.
Said a lot,
but so little
understood.
They say the plan
is as good
as the man,
as a species,
it’s not clear
we understand.
There’s mysteries
between the letters.
Content to look out
at forever,
and think there’s more for us,
if we could do whatever
we needed to do,
but we still eschew
each other.
The universe
is a big
and lonely place.
HG – 2021
I like the message. I think we are destined to life this life alone. However idealistic it might seem, I believe destinies are in our control and we don’t have to live this life alone. The change is up to us. Will we make it? Here’s where my realist takes form and I am inclined to think this is the way we will continue to live life
And in order to not appear long winded, I’ll hush 😂
Thanks for reading it, and for your feedback. It means the world to me when my work can stimulate a conversation, or an emotion.
I agree with that sentiment 🙂