Francois Bergh
where lost words come to rest in pieces…Archive for The science of things
Aftermath
Astronomers will see our stars
Where we have left them in the sky -
They’ll map and name and catalogue
And some may even wonder why…
Archaeologists will find
The relics we had built in time -
For years they’ll labor to translate
The subtleties we had created…
Scientists will claim our thoughts
With newly found technologies -
They’ll find the flaws amid our thinking
And amend their future laws…
Psychologists will hold our minds
And come afore with explanations -
They will put us in a box
Yet never will they understand…
We’re the ones who hold the key
That can unlock our reckoning -
Deep within we must resolve
This ample mess we left behind…
And for the audio-philes:
Through your orbit
My hapless ellipse
Crossed with your path one day -
I was pulled helplessly
By your massive attraction…
With every new cycle
You tightened the noose -
You roped my ambition
Until I revolved around you…
The longer I floated
In your fine gravity,
It became harder and harder
To fight the orbital decay…
We drifted yet closer -
I lost all my altitude -
I fell through your skies
And I smacked right into you…
And then we were one…
Timeslaves
We are slaves of time
Ensnared by it forever
Counting down the end
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Inspired by Lauren Scott
Stanza
Subdividing into evident sections -
Tearing the text into chewable chunks -
Arranging the verses so eloquently -
Neatly dissecting dissociate thoughts -
Zebrafied units of metered modules -
Articulated for readability…
