Many lifetimes of incarnation,
An influx of time gone by
From a galaxy of knowledge
Beyond a light year of space and time
To permeate such knowledge,
To view in an accordance of reality
Viewed through a veracity of coercion,
Yet sitting on the edge of truth
Transcending afar vast cosmic universes
Strands of lost time; a rebirth of future
Amongst an insatiable conglaumulate of infusion,
Set forth as awareness.
…For this humanity, a species of molecules
Shifting through some colossal void,
Penetrating this vast empire of emptiness
Through an existing consciousness
Which shall serve no purpose here
…For we are but now the movers,
And the keepers of time and space,
Searching for our inherent place
Beaming of light and tranquility,
Thus moving forth in time; an existence
Far beyond our capacity and capability
…For we are the pillars of the light
Catapulted on the wings of infestation
A discerning energy of beings,
A conduit of source from an
Indisputable link called home, or
A place recognizable as such,
An encoded beam of menageries.