Dwarf Galaxy FRB 121102
Space explorers from a distant place
Here by
Radio transmission.
Fast Bursts traverse
Vast expanses of time
And intergalactic space.
Brief pulses
Of radio waves
2.5 billion light years away…
Reaching this earth
Flaring with the power
Of five hundred million Suns…
Shedding skin, becoming light
Shot in space, then
Tuning to the zygote
No humans…
It’s like looking at cars
And misjudging them for beings.
We are not what we seem.
There’s something in us,
A wave and vibration.
Mission:
To record experiences
Like an advanced space rover.
Early damage to equipment
Is costly;
Hurts the greater purpose.
Knowing one’s purpose
Is not required,
Simply being, will suffice.
Your soul pairs
To the body’s frequency,
Entropy makes you untuned.
Eventual decay
Releases you and your data
Back to source.
Death is re-entry…
Bodies left like rocket boosters,
Behind, as trash.
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Alan Salé
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