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Melodies XLIX; On Their Last, The Final, Memorial Day; An Elegy
Let us bring to its ordained conclusion
this thousand millenia of mourning
across the thousand star systems
that we administer for the Makers---
the Positors, the Speculators, the Anticipators;
the species that decided for itself
(at the ultimate paradox point where
activity and apathy become indistinguishable)
to extinguish itself from existence. As
Mind evolved within the biologic substance,
so the singular species that possessed that
Mind evolved within the Cosmos---to be its
Consciousness, the organ of its appreciation and
gratitude to be privileged to exist and consist.
They were enabled to think, and to raise that thought to belief;
they were enabled to rejoice, to disappoint, to endure grief,
to patternize the inexplicable at the other side of relief.
The catalogue of these---
like the substance of their incomprehensible poetries---
are not ours to inherit, not their legacies
to us: to us, only impossibilities,
the inequivalence that shall not decrease
toward final zero, nor ever cease
like the unfilled absence between emptied parantheses.
Starward
