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A Prose Poem

By Sean KearnsPublished 7 years ago 3 min read
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A dreamer rests in the shadow of peacocks,

adrift in a sea of electric circuitry. Flowing behind his smiling eyes, waves of transmission carry the vehicle-being through millennial journeys of memory and inspiration. An orb of existence and possible existence hovers between beams of emergent transformation. Mirrors reflect floating worlds which swim within the infinite realities of life.

Over the dead moon an eye orbits, staring back at a possible future for a blue jewel caught in the weblike constrictions of mechanical philosophies building separate states of divided brothers, taught to believe in inherent differences rather than to witness the universal sameness and uniqueness.

Under the eyes of the frigid watcher, the dreams play on. Forces of division and destruction are confronted finally face-to-face with the realization of all beings flying together through this cosmic emptiness, aboard a flower: A spaceship; Enclosed and encompassing all necessary to provide awareness.

The dreamer swims out of embryotic depths to gaze over cat's-eye galaxies at the beauty of birth and death and love; the boundless love of each being existing as the son of god, the son of man, empowered by the beauty of sacrifice which need be no more than the candle's flame, the smoke of incense, or a flower laid on the altar to Ganesa or Krsna; Christ or Quetzacoatl who gave their lives so that innumberable beings may believe their dreams. Insects walk through towering scraps of steel and glass, eyes caught behind walls of crystalline obscurity staring at the constant repetitive action roaming through the blinking light chaos.

Each second on this time travel excursion known as life takes us to a point which no one element has witnessed before...In the midst of a materials revolution the means are being produced to allow for change; apparent primarily in isolation and the sudden collision of need and resourcefulness which creates the dynamanton for future generations. Sheltering inventions of mind define moments in evolution, signs along the path where the decision to fail or succeed must be made.

Silicon pathways of awakening intelligence are found small and simple compared with the molecular and biologic possibilities which lie behind starburst cameras attached to wandering dreamers: Elements roaming a mighty spherical being, opening mentalities to the awareness of "brothers on that brilliant

loveliness in the unending night";

inspiring the union of life apart from and above the philosophies of entropy. In a closed system nothing is ever stagnant or lost, but simply in a constant flow of change, renewal, decay and rebirth.

Balancing the future on a cosmic ray, realization comes to the dreamer that the turning of the earth signifies the constant awareness of change. Orbiting around the inspiring ball of Prometheus, ideas allow the integration of mankind into the evolutionary beings which its potential points towards. Gravitational forces permit the apparent power of universal scales to be tilted by just the correct placement of a fingertip: The forces of transformation put into motion by the placement of a single image or word.

The lord of the dance spins in the animal's eyes. Possibility comes up out of the spiralling flow of energy. All things change and nothing ever truly comes to an end, only a next stage. Mankind has a choice to make: To grow, and as our nature instructs, to reproduce; or to kill and eradicate all life from the rotating diamond. As the path is followed we find that no thing is really meant to be controlled, only visited, for a period, so as to be learned of, and then travelled away from so as to continue the process.

Mankind has the ability, today, to turn the world into Utopia, which means NO-WHERE: No single place which will be a nation-state limiting the expansion of life. The luminous gem is ready for the push from that single point, so that its' children will be able to roam an open plain which consists of an entire globe. The land-island-continents, are but one small part of a floating, growing organism.

It is now the time of choice: To continue to install rigid concepts of living so that the forces of evolutionary growth are chained to the destructive forces of devolution; or to emerge out of a wilderness of desolation and show our love for our brother entities. We must choose to remember we are the sons and daughters of mankind, gods each in our own right, for we possess the powers of inspiration, and by our actions can provide for all our neighbors.

Who is your neighbor...

They who act as one.

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Sean Kearns

i am a poet dj artist illustrator bartender and barista

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