Floating
to the apex in reverie
With only the sense
to cast a single glance down
down at the desolate, lifeless sphere
that we once knew to be our home
In this formless place
outside the boundaries of time
we exist without a future or past
intermediate between form and void
at the nexus of all stillborn worlds
where rationality ceases
Is this then our Paradise
or the form of our perdition
deprived of joy and sorrow alike
countless millions are here
adrift in harmonious dissolution
at one with abstraction
in the abyss of time we languish in infinite regret
Lamenting the gulf that we never could hope to bridge
the gulf between all that we ever were
and all that we could have become
brought to our knees by our predilection for self-destruction
still this senseless guiding fallacy remained
threads of our fate consumed in the cleansing fire
and the ashes were cast to the cosmic wind
“And it is said
that that which ends us
that must be
our cure,
To be no more;
Sad cure for who would lose,
Though full of pain
this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander
wander through Eternity,
To perish rather
swallowed up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night
Devoid of sense and motion”
As one
we bid farewell
to our withered
fountainhead
As one
we coalesce
with the immaterial
cosmic consciousness
Boundless union
of integrated minds
With no monument to mark our pa**ing
We depart
to dwell among the stars
timelessly…
in silence