We were crossing bridges
At every moment, like symbolic
Journeys made and left behind
Half-man, half-star
Just creatures half-aware
Through time, judging
With our sense of duality
How time and space and energy
Could interact in transience
Fate only lasted after all
Until we died, until moments
Became memories and acts
When the wind stops and the
Heart no longer beats, maybe then
We can say with some finality
That it is over, life was but a dream
A myth we perpetuated, like identity
Useful in its ability to give us
A sense of security and conformity
But somewhat misguided, calling
For pomp and drama at every turn
The ego was an incapable master
Of force, and full of fiction
Like the death of a soldier who was
Somebody’s pawn, it was all
Like a simulation, absurdity
Witness at the public square
The office room politics
And the stage, where we were
Like actors, unaware of our lines
Barren, regretful and hopelessly idealistic.
Wuji Seshat 