Cosmik Debrief

 

Cosmik Debrief

 

Blue rock races

Through its assigned cosmos,

Its perplexed passengers

Scramble for scraps

That they will not keep.

Blooded engagements

That slay many unpurposed,

With planned betrayals

Buried in the sands.

Winners of contests

Now lost in the ages,

Where are they now?

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Who are the final

Arbiters of meaning

For any of the realms

On any of the planes?

Lost, lost,

Finally forgotten:

Time reckons not

Love, anger or greed.

Where are the titans,

The heroes,

The blameless?

Lost, lost,

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Movers of mountains

Now lie beneath rubble,

Gravity bears them

Down into the earth.

Tribal lines drifting,

Alliances shifting,

It’s all so uplifting,

So open to grifting,

Maintained so by rifting,

The wars that keep gifting,

Through dry bones the sifting,

Burning lives so swiftly,

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Where are the final

Arbiters of meaning

For any of the realms

On any of the planes?

Lost, lost,

Finally forgotten:

Time reckons not

Love, anger or greed.

Where are the hopeful,

The dreamers,

The artists?

Lost, lost,

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Burning and distant,

They wheel overhead,

Assigned their places

In the echoing cosmos.

Is it so empty?

Does it so coolly overlook?

What eye remains closed?

What ear is stopped?

Assigned their places

They may only watch,

Though they reach out

With what light they have,

These sorrowing stars…

 

Who are the final

Arbiters of meaning

For any of the realms

On any of the planes?

Lost, lost,

Finally forgotten:

Time reckons not

Love, anger or greed.

Where are the builders,

The teachers,

The sages?

Lost, lost,

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Under sorrowing stars,

Under sorrowing stars…

 

Under sorrowing stars.

 

Cliff Lake 9/17/2025

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