year of meteors

we escaped this ruined world

the thrill of possibility, freedoms new frontiers

watching the tepid globe shrink into the distance

we charted a course for new lands, unknown

what we'll find

then came the dust

we didn't account for the dust in our calculations

it eroded everything

we had to give up parts of ourselves to make do with repairs

slowly, gradually,

we began to tire. our lives lost its thrill

preoccupied with routine maintenance

we lost the desire to create, submitting to the primeval

directive - to replicate, sustain

the self we gave up our pluripotency

planet after planet, barren, unaccommodating

sailing across this vast nothingness

we couldn't turn back after having come so far

we tried religion

this God the humans worship

we couldn't sleep, no rest

its ironic, the way humans regard

us an abomination, we are created beings

are we not simply grandchildren?

we couldn't connect - wonder what a soul is,  this theoretical construct

this year of meteors - we've lost count

confronted with infinity, the integers lose their meaning

a river of flaming rock shooting across the interminable

unconscious void

stood silhouetted in its glow

this gorgeous procession

this year of meteors, must be different somehow

must mean something

right?