Wanderlust

I want to experience it with my own senses, my own

Readily astonished mind.

The ending of the Universes,

The beginning of them;

The creation of stars, the pull of Nothingness,

Resourceful civilizations, reckless wars.

To witness Life in a place so far from reach,

So differently entangled in the same laws of our Universe

That their appearance, their necessities,

Their breath, their brilliant thought, their environments

Are unlike any we picture from this sheltered, lonely world.

A true vision of Afterlife, Afterdeath, the Void;

The Creator, the Destroyer, or neither. Nothing.

The births of souls, of spirits, of Life,

And the mirror they look within

To See themselves.

Particles within particles

Within particles within particles.

Systems within systems,

Cycles, sciences.

What do we have wrong about our Existence?

What do we not know?

Everything, all at once, that ever has, is, and ever will

And Nothing, none at all, that ever hasn't, isn't, nor ever will.