We are aflame with the infinite potential of the universe.
Thought, fluctuations of temporal acuity;
through entropy, and change
And, a gravitational bonding with our surroundings
We become whole, we become one,
But we live on as ourselves

The phenomenon of perception
Is a captive dimension
bent on gathering information
dilating, extrapolating, and innovating
We are manufacturing change
We are proliferating violently

In this surplus of information,
comes a need for capital in-satiated
So, though infinite the universe,
our resources have slowly faded

And perhaps, in an alternate time
We may find greater minds
From out of the sky
Or perhaps live on in peace
And share equally
So that we can make the best
Of our environment, and selves
And coexist
To find higher meaning

But in our current state,
At the cusp of civilization
There must be massive change
Or only death

For light-years come between us
And ignorance impedes us
From finding higher meaning
Before we have destroyed ourselves