Sometimes I Follow Faded Stars
Significance can't be measured by what we can
see or hear
Or what never reaches our eyes and ears
to contemplate
Nor that of a universe that decides
our fate...
What of we, who bathe in our own praise
and condemnation ?
Waiting for another failed experiment to be erased
by extinction!
Does the ruling "civilization" decide what
is civil?
Or, does god choose when a "terrible lizard" is choked
into silence
By tossing a celestial rock into a
once tranquil sea
Wiping the slate clean once more
and still~
The sun burns through, emotionless,
and shrugs,
Its energy will warm another seed,
a new cell.
I follow faded stars ~ or is it they
who follow me...
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