Thursday, November 28, 2024

All I Build Vanishes

All I Build Vanishes
© Surazeus
2024 11 28

Not satisfied with how the world will end, 
consumed by the quickly expanding sun 
which will erase everything we create, 
I create more art with my anxious hands 
to build vast thousand-mile temple of tales, 
transforming deserts into gardenscapes. 

Transforming Earth from natural flowing hills 
into steel-skeletoned metropolis 
encasing the entire globe in maze of streets, 
we fragile humans, seeking to assert 
God-given right to rule this spinning globe, 
construct Trantor to protect paradise. 

Though we erect enormous halls of beauty 
filled with elegant statues carved of marble 
to glorify every great human soul 
who contributes to world civilization, 
the expanding sun will erase it all, 
incinerating all our art to ash. 

All our cathedrals, mosques, temples, and halls, 
designed with extravagant ornaments 
expressing passionate love of our hearts 
that lifts our spirits from this suffering world, 
will be crushed by waves of hot energy 
like castles of sand the tides sweep away. 

For now the vast cities humans construct 
are frail webs of steel over rolling hills, 
small and few between endless desertscapes, 
so I walk muddy field after drenching rain 
to blaze new signless road across the plain, 
and stop to see my face in pool of light. 

I cannot see the path of my own life 
for all its winding randomness remains 
behind me as I keep walking forward 
to evade flowing void of nothingness 
ever encroaching on my paradise 
till all I build vanishes in the past. 

Ten thousand years ago of spinning time 
we gathered in mall circles on vast plains 
to dance wild around blazing light of hope, 
and share tales of our experiences 
to build ontology of natural truth 
our prophets wrote in scriptures of our faith. 

Alone in homes of our vast city maze 
we deconstruct ontology they built 
to analyze conceptual dream programs 
so we can construct new global world view 
to sing beautiful hymns in halls of truth 
till our expanding sun destroys it all. 


1 comment:

  1. Orpheus sings words to that construct vast virtual model of the Earth containing every myth and story every told by every human in history, till all we build vanishes in airy nothing.

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