There are beings aplenty, waiting
patiently at the gates.
Every class and race.
Mercenaries and kings,
paupers and celebrities.
The five eyed beasts from sector three.
Humanoids and cyborgs from various planets
across the galaxy.
The wolf like lycantites, all bark and no bite.
They wait, in line,
no raised voices or angry sighs.
And still they come,
serpentoids, slithered across light years,
eight headed octopuses,
who pack in like sardines
on special liquid filled busses.
The crystalis from the diamond planet,
the twinkling world
that emits the brightest light,
which sits just five space clicks
away from the absolute darkness
at the very edge of the universe.
From there you can see the chasm of the abyss.
Where the dust cloud beings live.
They float here on the cosmic gales,
from when the giant galactic frog exhales.
All come with one universal purpose,
one cosmic reason, to seek meaning.
When the colossal doors open,
here within the grand library
at the end of time.
There are books as far as the eye can see,
walkways lined with glass
so, you can view the burning rivers
flowing along the ground below you,
ending in waterfalls racing, cascading
into the planets core.
This power the vast space.
It would take more than a human century
to travel from end to end,
a lifetime of walking for homo sapiens.
Every book from every land,
every story spoken upon the whispered wind.
Every pen held in every hand.
Every answer to every question asked.
The task.
To find the right questions to ask.
Sentient shelves stretch off
into the heavens above,
sorting the stories and lining them up.
Thanks for reading
Follow this link for more.
https://linktr.ee/Wordsandfluff
You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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