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@ 27.225 MHz: WallStones; Visiting The Origin Point, To Find
We left the earth behind, as billions
slipped into the distances of outer space---
eager for conquest or to conquer
our individual variations
on the everlasting themes
of human ignorance and poverty.
Now we return, reduced only to thousands,
only to find the sun like a glowing, shrunken cinder---
bereft of its gravitas and its comforting circles
of planets and satellites (insufficient for the billions,
but certainly more than enough---would have been---
for us.)
We have returmed---chastised and unwanted---
to nothing left, not even debris, for us
as we hunker down, humbled, in our
dented, mobile shelters
on which the exteriors are no longer so glossy or clean.
The silent twinkles of starlight
have always been so far away, even
when we once believed that we were close to coming
near, only
to find they have nothing to give us or say to us.
We have forgotten our ancestors' evocative poems:
they, from whom we have descended
(not ascended), only they---the truly initiated---
understood the intricate grammars
exchanged now exclusively among the unshod stars.
Starward
Captivating and intriguing,
Captivating and intriguing, this dystopian saga drew me right in and kept me dazzled till the end. I loved the expansive feel—a vastness of time, space and thought—and the cautionary perspective that humankind leaves behind the best parts of itself when it brazenly flies too high in its hunger for conquest.
A remarkable achievement.
Thank you. I have wanted to
Thank you. I have wanted to write science fiction poetry for the longest time . . . and your kind comment encourages me to continue onward with that. Thanks so much for the kind words.
Starward