Dwarf Galaxy FRB 121102

Space explorers from a distant place

Here by

Radio transmission.

Fast Bursts traverse

Vast expanses of time

And intergalactic space.

Brief pulses

Of radio waves

2.5 billion light years away…

Reaching this earth

Flaring with the power

Of five hundred million Suns…

Shedding skin, becoming light

Shot in space, then

Tuning to the zygote

No humans…

It’s like looking at cars

And misjudging them for beings.

We are not what we seem.

There’s something in us,

A wave and vibration.

Mission:

To record experiences

Like an advanced space rover.

Early damage to equipment

Is costly;

Hurts the greater purpose.

Knowing one’s purpose

Is not required,

Simply being, will suffice.

Your soul pairs

To the body’s frequency,

Entropy makes you untuned.

Eventual decay

Releases you and your data

Back to source.

Death is re-entry…

Bodies left like rocket boosters,

Behind, as trash.

Alan Salé