false gods and earthly idols  
work til their very last breath.  
in the name of ideals  
until the hour of their death.  
  
beyond their own  
selves and kin.
alike, alone
they seek to win.  
  
imitations and embodiments  
in every walking word.  
maintaining  sacred covenant  
eyes open or closed.  
  
not seeking nor taking  
gaze affixed and contemplating  
the fruits in this game  
they're divinely playing.  
  
the real beholders  
granting sparkles of light.
young or older  
they never lose sight.  
  
from the garden of eve  
to the empire of machines  
steadfast and heavenly  
even in these tragic schemes  
  
where most are bewildered  
and fascinated by successors  
they watch as it unfolds  
increasingly unfiltered.  
  
power becomes play  
as we appoint ourselves  
with all of earth  
free for perch on shelves.  
- - -  
through it all they stay unshaken  
while collectively we traverse  
resolute, not forsaken  
across this mundane universe.