Opus

Entity

The suns and moons cast shadows
on each other. An endless ambiguity
like a mirage.
Light-years away, and yet bound
doomed in orbit
always together and always apart.

For their lust, like the wrath of lesser gods,
brings the day and the night
on Earth. Their love child.

Who became a mother yet!
A mother of billions
A virgin birth. Parthenogenesis, they said.
There was chaos and there was light.
She gave birth to the countless
and the thankless who,
blinded in their sanity
reached for a home.

A home, is something
that only the ungrateful would look for.

In a time beyond the reach of
Time's own hands, unequal
one racing after the other,
a place beyond colours on maps
beyond horizons and beyond the sky
that trap us in a dome of banality.
Free from the grid,
a tangled mess of lines drawn to
measure everything they don't understand.

An identity, beyond the mirror,
beyond the image of your self
existing in a parallel universe.