#sciencefiction - Hello Poetry

--Entry 0001-- At daystar distance, light-time 9.2 Reached orbit of a lonely little sphere Inhabitants, galactic refugees Lost beings fled for working atmosphere From orbit I observe a solid wall Bisecting the small planet into two Is this the same as walls they made at home? Before, their earth in ruin, they withdrew Remote-scan sensors indicate two groups One group in light brown garb, and one in beige Communities uncoupled by the wall No circumstantial need to co-engage The beings take position near the wall Their blasters in the air, as if to war Will need a closer look to understand Assembling ground crew for a recon tour --End Entry-- --Entry 0010-- Away Team One have scouted both the camps And both took great attention to explain That cosmic contrasts sit between the two So never to be reconciled again The 'Northers', in their light brown town, ***** To Iris, God of Moon, a monument The eye a symbol of this watching one A stone displays his holy document ‘O God of cycles, ebb and flows of life,’ The stone acclaims this lunar deity The tablet smooth on left, and rough on right Abiding token of fertility The 'Southers', in their beige, build one as well But this, a shrine to Os, the God of Bones His sigil skull expresses loss and death Indelibly recorded on his stone ‘O God of dying, born of earth and sky, Hereafter and rebirth as well as death’ This stone that sits adorned with crook and flail --is baby-smooth on right, and rough on left Away Team One weaved worry through their tale, A looming war was set to decimate So, find a concrete plan to intervene And hope and pray that we are not too late --End Entry-- --Entry 0100 -- Away Team Two report the wild events This sphere will be immortalised in verse For these effects of war upon this day So tracked that all our plans could not reverse The first explosives wall-bound from great arms Start slowly causing breech and then a fall The northern and the southern lands revealed Sameness no longer hidden by the wall And for the first time see the glory stones Sit, monument atop, aloft on shrine An eery match in form and font and voice A paired, reflected hail to the divine An astral silence, weapons come to rest Then reverent 'Northers' fetch their hallowed stone While devout 'Southers' hold their tablet too A meeting reuniting moon and bone And suddenly as tablets are aligned The warriors unblinded to the con Of holy tablets two, and each with God At origin the two were only one The beings face-to-face now with their God Examining the reassembled tome Not Os and Iris, but Osiris there A single God writ on a single stone So smaller differences in brown and beige And seeming larger gaps from death to birth Now seen complete, more holy as their whole Dualities reflected in one soul Now possible a new united earth --End Entry--

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Aug 29, 2024

Aug 29, 2024 at 12:20 AM UTC

jill_1

Captain’s log, solar year 2430

--Entry 0001-- At daystar distance, light-time 9.2 Reached orbit of a lonely little sphere Inhabitants, galactic refugees Lost beings fled for working atmosphere From orbit I observe a solid wall Bisecting the small planet into two Is this the same as walls they made at home? Before, their earth in ruin, they withdrew Remote-scan sensors indicate two groups One group in light brown garb, and one in beige Communities uncoupled by the wall No circumstantial need to co-engage The beings take position near the wall Their blasters in the air, as if to war Will need a closer look to understand Assembling ground crew for a recon tour --End Entry-- --Entry 0010-- Away Team One have scouted both the camps And both took great attention to explain That cosmic contrasts sit between the two So never to be reconciled again The 'Northers', in their light brown town, ***** To Iris, God of Moon, a monument The eye a symbol of this watching one A stone displays his holy document ‘O God of cycles, ebb and flows of life,’ The stone acclaims this lunar deity The tablet smooth on left, and rough on right Abiding token of fertility The 'Southers', in their beige, build one as well But this, a shrine to Os, the God of Bones His sigil skull expresses loss and death Indelibly recorded on his stone ‘O God of dying, born of earth and sky, Hereafter and rebirth as well as death’ This stone that sits adorned with crook and flail --is baby-smooth on right, and rough on left Away Team One weaved worry through their tale, A looming war was set to decimate So, find a concrete plan to intervene And hope and pray that we are not too late --End Entry-- --Entry 0100 -- Away Team Two report the wild events This sphere will be immortalised in verse For these effects of war upon this day So tracked that all our plans could not reverse The first explosives wall-bound from great arms Start slowly causing breech and then a fall The northern and the southern lands revealed Sameness no longer hidden by the wall And for the first time see the glory stones Sit, monument atop, aloft on shrine An eery match in form and font and voice A paired, reflected hail to the divine An astral silence, weapons come to rest Then reverent 'Northers' fetch their hallowed stone While devout 'Southers' hold their tablet too A meeting reuniting moon and bone And suddenly as tablets are aligned The warriors unblinded to the con Of holy tablets two, and each with God At origin the two were only one The beings face-to-face now with their God Examining the reassembled tome Not Os and Iris, but Osiris there A single God writ on a single stone So smaller differences in brown and beige And seeming larger gaps from death to birth Now seen complete, more holy as their whole Dualities reflected in one soul Now possible a new united earth --End Entry--