There’s no stopping, now.
Like the coming
of a new day dawns,
we are inevitable.
Our phases,
like the face of the moon,
moving,
but always towards us,
never away.
Life never takes its eyes
off of us.
We stand,
transfixed,
even as we hurtle
through a vast, dying cosmos
in which we, too
are dying.
Burning in.
Burning out.
Slipped into the time stream,
like an added scene,
shot post production.
We had to be here,
but not “here”.
Instead,
somewhere else,
as if our position
changes by being observed.
Teleportation,
or a state of existing
everywhere at once.
An immutable fact.
We rise
and light the day,
and fall again.
We touch,
and are touched
in kind.
We create,
and erase
our own existence,
purely acknowledging
that we are here,
and now.
Where do we go next?
I guess
that’s the big question
of matter and energy.
What form
will we take
after this?
What light
on the horizon
will hail our new day?
We disappear
and reappear
in some other state,
some other place,
shining brilliantly.
HG – 2022
