Not fully human, yet fully alive.
We are perpetually bound to this earth and those who aspire
to break
Free are quickly reminded of the certainty of our
damnation;
Talking heads and ominous videos fill us with wonder and despair;
Keeping us under their spell, even as we long to escape their icy grip.
Hearts beating and the day looping through its regimented
routines;
Beating drums lead us onward, yet keep us walking in
place.
On a scale of geologic time, we are only a blip, and this lingering
time
Of viruses and civil unrest is but a twinkle in the long
arc of history,
Yet it feels like an eternity; one of many trials we have
endured as a species;
Inhabitants of a planet youthful in the universal dimensions
of time and space.
Life floating by on wispy clouds as we remain tethered
to the ground;
Completely in chains, yet free.
This isolation and emptiness are punishments it seems, a
cruel prison sentence on those
That long to see the faces of other floating ghosts.
We know they are out there; we remember them
From the age of normalcy, as we cry out for a return to a time
of rat races and ordinary stress.
As earthbound ghosts, we feel the distance that keeps us
from living the life for which we were built;
Creatures made for contact and communion, yet free
from the mask of suffering.
May we patiently await the time of reconciliation,
When the age of ghosts is a haunted memory and the embraces
of humanity are ours once more.
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