Star-Crossed

We, organic images dissolving earth.
Our future children star at us unfixed
From a residence of stars,
In their sidereal ships,
Ho, sailing beyond within
Their eyes black in kingdoms of gold
Like the rocks of this desert
Where we wander in circles
Tails up the ass of time.

And now our vision goes backwards,
The traces we see after something,
Not even existing beyond the prints.
All dreams end here where our cries began.
Resounding in museums
Of a world we believed neverending.

And we stop, exhausted,
beginning not again.
And the panic like the light
Of some star exploding.

Flashing in black holes of not knowing
If we ever made a way out of this mud.