REINCARNATE

Although today we shall perish

on this blood-stained Terran shore,

under a distant, dead and unborn star

our flesh in an alien guise same minds will hide

again; we shall live again, mistakes repeat,

and suffer the same grief that knives us now,

the same sorrows as we once

felt in the long-gone inhuman past,

before the Sun from dust and gas formed,

when we had names no human tongue can pronounce.

From shape to shape, from wandering

orb to another, across vast distances of time

and space, we drift reliving the same pain,

some entanglement beyond understanding

keeping us orbiting the same immaterial wound

that guides our repeating fate;

I wonder what final form we shall take

when in the ultimate cosmic aeon

even the black holes have died?

08.05.2020