The late winter skies move In hues of azure and gold As the core spins true Or so we've been told A narcissist's point of view Fortunate favors for the bold Alone in this vast nothing of old Are we alone? You were never alone But you choose to be Blinded eyes can never see Ocular burial in silica Truth becomes what we perceive Reality: a filtered cinema All of us, one, many, none, unready Life simultaneous, growing and wilted Ancient, but gilded Until we open to the stillness All we will ever be The whole of what we are No difference in blood or tree Reconstituted stars Call it holy, call it accident We are a few atoms from nothing A mind short of everything Hubris would have us believe Our lives distinct anomalies This place, our home, we are alone But how would we know? No mortal, no eye can see The depth of everything One day we may know All we knew dissolves from the stone Replaced by clarity But arrogance still binds these bones All we will ever be The whole of what we are No difference in blood or tree Reconstituted stars Call it holy, call it accident We are a few atoms from nothing A mind short of everything If you wish to see Learn not to believe Refuse surety A stoic skeptic Open to infinity Alone Immortal Together Dead Rhetorical Not meant to be led All we will ever be The whole of what we are No difference in blood or tree Reconstituted stars Call it holy, call it accident We are a few atoms from nothing A mind short of everything You are alone If you choose to be
