POSSIBLY OF ANDROMEDAN ORIGIN
maybe
found in a bottle
washing up
or down
space lanes
riding a meteor
a cosmic cloud
a hallucination
of an impossible
formless life form
a dream
neither good
nor bad
telling a juvenile adventure
of reaching a treasury of sands
and connectable dots and other things
all
based on a far away philosophy
It tells of childish hands
wishes
and thoughts
reaching the treasury
digging in
shaping the sands and dots and whatnot
to build
constructs of dreams
their own dreams
shaped in rock and stone and marble
for their own make believe
in playgrounds
seeded and unseeded grounds
all of which
becoming melancholic
as sentience grows in and around
saddened
regretting
the children go back
to forget
leaving aimless
meaningless
rubble
and
creatures
petty
aimless
ignorant
but with instincts
that rule life and death
and joy and misery
in
merciless hands and thoughts and desires
of mortals
who refuse to understand
mortality, mystery, and
planets, suns and galaxies
which tick endlessly
ahmet cafer celebiler
January 17, 2025