A really weird poem about a weirder dream I have been having about the day we all end. |
-What I Know- by Keaton Foster This Earth Does move Beneath our feet Fools of comfort Slaves to conformity We don’t feel it Along we must go Blissfully unaware That this Not any of it Was made for us We are the virus The plague upon its ways An uncontrollable disease Incurable So it seems Find, I’m sure Such things Are hard to believe But such truth Is a weight Unbearable To all who carry it Out there In some distorted Unobtainable distance That we All of us Have trouble conceiving It, the end Is gaining on us Full speed ahead Without a second of neglect Without an instant of hesitation Rest assured its coming I know it So well because I have long since Drowned and dreamt Of it Time and again Each detail has filled my head Saturating my heart and soul I feel I owe all of you this I can tell you what I know And how it will go The least, and or The most that I can do We, you, and I Will be swept away By water, by air By flames, and fear The means aren’t so clear But does that really matter Death is defined as the end Not any one form or method The time, our when Is quite precise Use the same instrument That I have come to Look outside And see it there In the sky The precipice of all life Burning so damn bright Tearing the blue away A million earths And some change That is it, the end Coming to us each new day When it goes We won’t truly know Eight minutes too late Will see the first signs Of what is to come Such a realization Without question Will be both surreal And terrifying What I know Not from science Not from books Not from any articulated words Is that Four point five billion years From this here and now What is so bright So unrelenting Will be without question spent And when that day comes God above can’t save us But again I wonder Deeply considering Will there even be Anything to save Anyone who remains Does the end of the sun Mean nothing more Then the end of nothing Are we mired By some other clock One that cannot be seen One not so revealed I’m just not sure Nor could I ever be What I know Will mean nothing If such an end comes Long before the one Brought on by the sun These words and others Made pointless Either way When it all crumbles From our harm will come Truth and beauty All of the symbols Will be cursed and crossed All of the animals Both bipedal And noncommittal Will be frozen Or starved to death Maybe a super nova Will vaporize us in an instant Or maybe we will kill Each other off over time What I know And further I must concede What I don’t… What I Know Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |