Earth Time

In the darkness and the ice,

In the vacuum, the cradle of life among all deathly night,

There grows one kind of plightful mind.

Only isolated, lonely times does it propagate.

A hundred thousand marbles scatter the black sky,

On one round, glass ball of blue, turquoise, and white

It’s mammals gaze into their own black night

None know it yet, but they are trapped inside for all of time.

A curse above all curses lurks to be discovered when their sun is high,

When one glass bead sees another tiny, sequin dot begin to shine.

Perhaps it shall turn a thousand cameras to the sky,

And become suddenly obsessed with the reflection of itself.

If they dare try to look outside their single pane, telescope-window

Their own droplet, their native and designated pocket in time,

They shall know that they are not free to travel far nor wide;

Humankind is kept a prisoner of destiny and the inside of its own mirror mind.