Response Ability
I would do anything
To trade places with that image
That I had in my head that I can’t write down
What I was told
What I heard
Left me speechless
And at the time words were essential
They should have been words of joy
Encouragement
Celebration
Rejuvenation. Congratulation
Friday the 13th
We were still shouting at each other when I opened the champagne
The Immortal
The immortal is the shape of a liquid pumping around the system
A plasma blood like fluid
It is made of millions of tiny molecules and atoms
Each molecule or atom or neutron or quark level split
Is a decision made by an individual
And that decision is made by an individual
And that individual is You
And You are the immortal
But, you are not The Immortal
Because The Immortal is all of us
And all of us is the immortal
And I am crying as I write this
And listening to music
At my best friend’s house
But at the same time I am not here
I am everywhere and nowhere
I am in one place that never existed
As my body sits here
My soul and being is pumping around the system
And it is part of everybody else
But sometimes
Most of the time
I am me and
I am here
And The Immortal
Is easy to forget
As I snap around the bends and break and split
My own life’s flow
Making binary decisions of my own
Only, occasionally there comes a time
When
We all have to make a decision
Together
And that time is now
We have a big choice to make
And the time to make it is already passed
The time of decisions is over
And now it is
The time
To act
You all know what I’m talking about
So forget who you are
Who you were
Or want to be
Forget all the tiny, insignificant decisions and
Focus on this one
The Immortal has to decide
Now
The world is mine and yours And We Can Make A Difference If We Are All Immortal
And we all need to agree
Otherwise the immortal will die
And the universe as we know it
Will cease to be
The effect of there being no stars in the sky
When we look up
From under the shroud of our polluted cities
At the black, bleak, never ending void
We see nothing but the occasional gem
Of an aeroplane
Or maybe Venus
But what thoughts could that lead us to
Nothing but the cage of our own
Technological splendour
Our material domination
We can only remember stars
But we must often forget them
And as a result, we do not wander
In the open expanse of endless time and space
We do not wonder
At our own insignificance in the Grand Scheme
Of Things, we are only concerned with
We do not trifle on our trivialities
We have blocked out the stars
We have bleached and muddied the very sky
Under which we live
Obsessed with ourselves
Our own flying around the world
Our own decaying ozone
Our own polluted canvas
Our own deadly solipsism
That has caused us to live so happily
In ignorance
Of the joy and wonder of
Endless, never ending something else
Without the stars we are all trapped
To dream an empty, finite dream
A dream with walls
A view of nothing
Like an eye trapped inside the mind
Staring at the inside of the skull
Contemplating only things it can conceive of
To contemplate
Answering questions it knows the answer to
And ignoring them
So it can ask again
Repetitively repeating until
There are no more stars
Only a galaxy of regrets
And billions of burning
Screaming human souls
Moving further away from each other
In the never-ending void
The universal sigh
Expanding silently
Forever