Space Cowboys & Gods

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say.

They said the same thing about Black Holes though, didn’t they?

Chatter grows. Forget what they said in the first place.

Would you...scream?

Would you waste the opportunity to breathe?

How could you pass a moment of utter, pure serenity?

Only by mistaking what it’s not meant to be.

This isn’t Darkness, it is liminal space.

From nothing, a seed is made.

Whether an idea, form, or change…

In fact, it is the only way something like this can take place.

It is plain–

In the simple fact that balance is what makes waves.

For if you birth a new age, you must take another to the grave.

I am old.

I’ve learned lessons of loss and gain,

Love, experience, and constraint.

Otherwise, using human emotions to portray

The meaning of Life is none other than to play Champion to its game.

But it’s heavier than words can state, and

It’s lovelier than colors cellos and sugar canes paint,

Because you never know who else is playing the same.

It’s a mark left deep in a Soul, no matter the matter for it to be shown,

No matter the young or the old.

It’s no small feat to be reminded

There is no such concept of the singular–alone.

And so, here is how that famous story really goes

Of how Human Beings found their Earth home.

It was in my youth. If you could believe, a young Star Seed

I witnessed Three Rebels on pursuit for the truth.

Meanwhile I’m on my typical route–

Dusting hydrogen, as what’s my charge,

And by I get to watching lights embark

On shooting stars, hunks of rock, and quasars.

From time to time, a Spirit Guide.

To whisper fates from the Void, itching to be born–

For in the suffered gore, the bottomless pit

Do Lost Souls find choice.

I’m making my rounds, watching waves make clouds,

I happen to find scatter, these three beings of different matter.

One of carbon angles, two of nitrous aimless, and last

The third, pure liquid lead which periodically burst.

Initially, I was concerned.

The parts I inhabit aren’t typically governed..

Then I remembered, these must be the voyagers on their return!

Decades prior, the Galactic Temple emitted a cobalt-light peak–

A special frequency developed for immediate evacuation, relatively.

In a period marred by terminal stars,

The death of light itself is gradual for leisured packing…

Unless your Star is medium or large.

To escape the gravitational fields of several planets, moons, and the view

Of a fading, distant friend, it depends.

Sometimes the warning itself doesn’t even help.

Stuck within the final cycles of our light-creators,

The only option was to try to avoid guaranteed death.

This frequency,

Upon reaching any surrounding planetary atmosphere, have or lack,

Would transmute into a blinding tone.

With any being containing an ear bone, it’s powerful enough to abandon home.

If you’re lucky to shuttle to safety, you might see

From the ashes, what grows.

If you’re lucky.

Of this, I would know.

I’ve seen seven in the past millenia alone.

And of these, was my own.

Everything of everything erased to ions Kelvin cold,

I could only watch.

On Planet Grief, even Old Souls forget where to go.

Once bright light glowed from fourteen stones, and what left?

How could the Universe take and leave such a debt?

What? How? Why…

Whilst the greatest teacher of us all–

A concept constructed yet untamed by those bound to its forces,

I wouldn’t have seen the gift the Universe gave with 600 eyes..

I’d been permitted to let go

Of what I could never do in time.

Now I understand–

Adventure lies in the heart of the journey.

It wasn’t about the reward, but the struggle to earn it.

Yet, I was unlearning.

I was bitter. Angry.

Wounded and raging.

A fruitless hunt with echos as answers,

Because there was nothing to come back to.

And as an articulately woven path would find--

A traveling band of Heros, back from the brink of life,

Ignorant to the Black Hole beside

Their vessel, as two rest their burning eyes

And the third, a useless protective barrier, as I’ve

Instructed dark matter to pull them in, despite

Their innocence.

Ignorance…

I was desperate.

Hungry.

So long hunting,

The spider had finally caught something.