“I’ve gained the world but I’ve lost my soul…
Maybe it’s cause I’m getting old.
All the people that I know
Have gained the world and lost their souls”
-Unknown
The current flows across the surface of the planet,
Transferred through sparks ignited by the coupling of energies;
And a layer of life engulfs the world as a vaporous crust
Aglow with potential,
Crackling as a Meta-Being, animated by the collective unconscious.
Yet, indivisible life, encased in flesh, consuming flesh,
Aspires to actualize a singular objective…
To be liberated from flesh.
To be birthed through Death.
As fortunes would not have it,
The Predator, the consumer of light, however,
Is on the prowl,
Snatching precious souls, the sublime nectar of light
Conspired to be by the very Will of wills,
From the depth of shadow.
And so … we’re given an inconspicuous spec to behold
As evidence of our insignificant significance,
A charade and a tragic mockery at best in the least…
Woe is us, the Moon Landing Conspiring Theorists,
Eternally searching for an embracing brace
To comfort us in its glory…and truth.
-Iliad Alexander Terra
Purported Moon Landing Site, still grainy in a shot taken on July 2009
