TWILIGHT ZONE (Poem)

Twilight Zone 

Twilight (Image source: Internet)

A window of a cell – an eye on the world
moves on and on, on the wings of clouds, 
a journey on the border of day and night
in the community of the Earth and stars. 

Here one can’t even touch nor is there
a room for trivialities of theories 
of trade, politics and philosophies,
and of the earthlings who don’t belong 

to the Earth and the Sun, living on 
self-deception and squabbles blown 
out of proportion, work–work–work,
work to leave glorious ruins behind.

The gods, god persons live on preaching
a hope of salvation, raise monuments
by blood-shed by the earthlings bonded 
perpetually to the chains of chaos. 

Blessed are the earthworms far away
from the public eye; they don’t make
scriptures or monuments out of their
shit to the legacy or lead Life astray.  

Blessed are the earthworms

-- Remigius de Souza

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