I haven't posted to this blog in almost two years - partly because I haven't written much poetry in a while - but mostly because I couldn't be bothered.
There
is probably no one reading this - and it didn't seem worth the effort - but
then it occurred to me last night that even though no one may read this now, it
will hang around in cyberspace probably for millennium after I have returned to
star stuff, and in the far future some alien cyber archaeologist having a particularly
boring day wading through the financial documents of countless 20th and
21st century corporations or the equally inane musings of our media moguls
and their lackeys of both the print and video and audio variety will come across
this and may actually read it before tossing it into the cosmic recycling
basket of history
Out of the
Dark
Out
of the dark
And
into the black
As
mercy fades into morning
And
imaginations spirit
Floats
along with the dawn
Through
the byways of the world
Among
the dust and the darkness
The
scared, the scarred and the sacred
The
walking wounded
Lost
wandering the world
Stuck
on one marble
Blue
amongst the black
And
pinpricks of light
Unrealised
destiny
Dust
to dust
And
back to dust
But
Star
stuff are we
Every
molecule
Born
in the heart of a star
Sometimes
an exploding one
And
scattered to the four ends
Of
the universe
Along
with suffering
And
mercy
And
the pain of forgiveness
That
we must accept
From
ourselves
Our
scattered selves
Our
shattered selves
Individual
and collective
For
where mercy and compassion
Doth
begin in the heart of one
It
needith to not stay there
Least
it die
But
hard it is
And
terrifying in the least
To
break the hereditary chains
Of
ego
And
isolation
To
accept the other
As
the self
And
set one free
From
expectation, achievement and doubt
The
little boy lost
That
will never grow up
And
maybe should not be encouraged to try
Suffer
unto
The
little children
The
little child
Unless
you be as such
As
one of these
Lost
among the stars
And
the dust
And
the darkness
From
which it was born
Wandering
the byways of the universe
Away
from the imagined safety
Of
the cradle
The
marble
Blue
amongst the black
Star
stuff
Dust
and destiny
Life’s
promise
And
terrible reality
One
and the same thing
To
be embraced with
Arms
outstretched
As
we float in the blackness
Punctuated
with
Pinpricks
of light
Our
universe
The
universe
Any
universe
Every
universe
Punctuated
with pinpricks
Of
thought
And
feeling
Wrapped
in heredity
And
dust
From
the heart
Of
an exploding star
But
still greater
Than
The
universe
Any
universe
Every
universe
Our
universe
Locked
in thought
And
feeling
Arms
outstretched
Amidst
the blackness
And
the pin pricks
Of
light
Around
us
Our
stars
And
Our
Selves
