The Quest

I am but

the cosmos

looking at itself

in a different light

the universe

attempting

to know itself

 

for all are but vessels

serving the galaxy

on a timeless quest

to drink from the chalice

of sentience

and serve as liaisons

to consciousness

informing our sender

of what it is like

to be

to known

and to lose everything

yet to be able
to find reason

to endure

 

to assist the sea

in its vain attempts

to cross over

past the shore

to send waves deep inland

to finally know

what it is like

to be dry

only for its waves to fall short

and recede back

into its depths

in its tireless attempts

to see past

where the land 

meets the sea

and know

what it is like

to be nothing

to be boiled away

at the end

of time and space

to know

the dryness

of death

 

and we are

nothing more

than seafoam

generated from

those desperate waves

carried by the winds

far, far from the sea

and into that land

of decay and impermanence

asked by the sea

to find a way

to find the light

in the darkest of places

and to at least try 

to guide the sea

towards the heavens

 

for we are

the tools of the universe

helping it

come to terms

with the end of its days

fading

like everything must

contemplating

how to accept being no more

yet first having

to know what it is

to be

to know

and to lose itself

through us

as its medium:

Sea foam

of the waves

floating gently

past the shore