Let’s Update the Plot

 

 

It’s so arrogant

For one generation to

Presume that it “has

Always been this way” and worse

Still that it shouldn’t be changed.

 

Our world is full of

Forms with shape in space and time,

With vacuum as glue.

Time alters these forms,

Has them dance in joined circles,

To equalize life.

We’re a reflection

Of the Formless Unchanging,

So we’re changing forms.

Our masked unity—

Contented to some only

In whispers—beckons.

 

When our consciousness

Ceases to play ego tricks,

What will we become?

Perhaps existence

Is constantly transient

And we play each role

At the period and place—

Both becoming and nothing.