observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi
There are some that say
we are but entertainment
cinema to the unmasked
basked outside the canvas
universal; universe-all canvas
of brave heroes, animas untold
in foreign lands, back home
dimensional palaces
outside tesseracted resurrected
mansions in our heavenly places
where walking across sandy shores
there are beaches of smashed
human castles, as epochs fade
history unravels in realizations
of absurd meanings
speckled across homecomings
to latex manufacturing
of synthetics; plastic to be heard
perhaps minding this place
in what seems to us
a vast cosmos; we are
in a vat; other beings to see
yet creating meanings
that search for transcendence
and finding freedoms
to move up higher
yet to find
meanings are in meetings
even other beings
a purposeful sea
so time moves us up from the vat?
what will we see?
another plane of existence
where we are partly free!
there is always the collapsing
entropy of seeming
decay; but one knows
intimately there is another way!
spoken only in shadows
of dreams and cave walls
the essence of human
spirits divinely touched
shall never fail
even if in a vat
or a cold cosmos
the heat of existence warms
itself in the love of being
loved and the discovery
of the free!
