ENDGAME
at the end
we will be a fable
part of the mystery
that butterfly
that sent out a tiny
wing-wave
minuscule shift
in the cosmos
fleeting disturbance
in the force (it was)
will they know
how we laboured to learn
to find, explore
what frustrations
and what failures?
our planet filled with
electrical light — a beacon
in the galaxy, so
we thought
so we believed
until
it burned
and our mystics, surely they
of our race in some sense abide,
in some way
survive?
who saw this domed night sky as
if the speckled inside of an egg
waiting for the key
the code, the word to
crack it open
shatter that shell into a billion
star-pieces
stick your fingers (sexual
metaphor) into
the fire of
a star, Vega blue or
bright Sol yellow
then at last
for one brief moment
we can
be at the centre
of everything
until the tyranny of day night day
night
of absolute light dark binary
re-establish and restore
Oh the raw fusion energy of
Helium fire
secret to all
in this cold cold Universe
that knows desire