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.