We watch the galaxies fade
as if growing old was a long time
I shall take a long time, you said
as we loved the years until
they receded like angels-on-the-horizon
It’s majestic to enter and exit this life
they will only grow dimmer, you tell me
of the stars, the way we travel
through the trees, is not unlike the suns
how long does it take to reach
the end of a wave of light?
we watch the galaxies fade
through many eyes, through many minds
but it is all the same, blood still glistens
souls still shine, time the fiction of
centuries seem like a laughably short time
no matter how much you like your machine-side
it’s always been a question of oneness & communication
the youth walk one step further for us all
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Wuji Seshat 
beautiful poem – particularly ” its majestic to enter and exit this life”
Yes I try to get a line or two in there with profound meaning, since moreover poetry is my means to philosophical voyage…thanks for your commend Indrajit π
Beautifully expressed. Love it ! π
Time – the fiction of centuries…there’s great truth in that statement.
publish this!
Ha! I wish
This is amazing…a true favourite of all your wonderful poetry…it is like something divine spoke through you when you wrote this…sublime!! π π