- my history
About Metamorphosis
Enations
A collection of poetry
Life Forms on Mars
A short story
In the nether where light and darkness cannot be found
Was a consciousness lost within the blankness of thought
Or trapped in a cycle of emptiness
Destined to be yet aimlessly carried
Through cycles of chaotic rhythms.
Before the earth was I a god?
Or a smattering of atoms swirling
Caught up in delusions of flight
Soaring in the imaginations of only mind
Before the universes stood on the edge
Of that timeless event of creation.
In a world yet unfolding a dying ember
Clings to its last moment of breath
For it is the only warmth it has known
And what lies beyond its sight seems cold
Stark and naked against the ignorance of its soul
As its crackling cries fade into silence.
So then is this story yet untold
Or is it only a cycle yet to know
The turnings of its heart
Or the beatings of its soul
Bared before the edge of time
Before the earth that was once home.
May 16, 2007
© Jerry Copeland