Stargate2 Pose
His close kin who spell mankind; from distant memory they reckon, they shield
This reckoning as a symbol of future tidings, and cannot journey with plasma
Unblooded. For it is that which ends which draws onward that which begins
And from dim, dreary and abysmal origins upon distant worlds the bright
New flash of light will thunder and hit, running between worlds and the ship
Gaining on the stars to try.... the fates, which stir the night. Yet to wander
Is the last refuge for those, lost to the inhabited worlds, having ceased to wander
Comforted by false notions, trumped up and sedated, they lay down their shield
Seeking to fall into a world, where no swords are needed, anchored to a ship
That doesn't sail, the beam-core gone to rust and lines not feeding plasma
And minds and souls gone to orange, the colour rusting, not too bright
When the blending rust of worlds breathes blood into iron and light begins
Let the Captain call out the end as this begins; the star-beam beaming the shield,
separating the time-warp, driving the wanderers, with space running, as plasma
runs within, being and beaming from without;
Is the running proof for the sites which we set, which fall when we wander
Copyright © Leroy Baker | Year Posted 2021
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