Melodies XLIX; On Their Last, The Final, Memorial Day; An Elegy

Let us bring to its ordained conclusion

this thousand millenia of mourning

across the thousand star systems

that we administer for the Makers---

the Positors, the Speculators, the Anticipators;

the species that decided for itself

(at the ultimate paradox point where

activity and apathy become indistinguishable)

to extinguish itself from existence.  As

Mind evolved within the biologic substance,

so the singular species that possessed that

Mind evolved within the Cosmos---to be its

Consciousness, the organ of its appreciation and

gratitude to be privileged to exist and consist.

They were enabled to think, and to raise that thought to belief;

they were enabled to rejoice, to disappoint, to endure grief,

to patternize the inexplicable at the other side of relief.

The catalogue of these---

like the substance of their incomprehensible poetries---

are not ours to inherit, not their legacies

to us:  to us, only impossibilities,

the inequivalence that shall not decrease

toward final zero, nor ever cease

like the unfilled absence between emptied parantheses.

 

Starward

 
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