And there will be no Gods
In the quiet dark it is easier to see and hear.
Satellites reconfigure their trajectories,
in the starlit black of nothingness and eternity
their soulless commands are the new creation.
No millennia terraforming or Darwinian accident,
nothing so beautifully patient from our un-divine architects.
The New Gods sit among their charges, howling with madness.
Soon all will burn and be as hell.
Fragments of existence orbiting silently without instruction,
falling to their own destruction.
The quiet dark will no longer be seen or heard,
our reset planet will in time exhale our dust.
There will be no Gods
David RL Moore
Thu 6th Mar 2025 07:38
Hi Landi,
So strange that you mention "The Truman Show" as I was watching clips of it just the other day, I'm not even sure why I was watching them.
I can see the link you have allude to.
Thanks for reading and comments.
David RL Moore