The Giants

the earth is our ship, and we turn through
oceans of time
on the mad waves of a
dark cosmic deep, lost in a vast sea
billions of points of light our guides
the ghosts of stars lightyears away that have already died
and been reborn,
swallowed into blackholes

they vanish

like the skeletal masts of wrecks
and lighthouses torn asunder.

in gravitational tides we are pulled
and seafarers draw strange patterns in the sky -
so that we might cut the universe to size
to stop our minds from drowning.
we forget to look with fear and awe and
wonder
we whisper (why)s -
at a world we cannot touch beyond the hull.

they are reborn again.

with minds awake we voyage, dreaming softly
of gods and reincarnations  
lost in delusions of afterlifes and

immortality.

And beyond us in our black ocean
the stars are reborn
the light of millions of ghosts touches us

through eons
and fills our sky with sights that rob us
of words.

all energy survives and recycles into
endlessness.

we are immortal ghost-watchers
and we navigate the skies
sending lonely bottled messages to distant

island rocks
and forget
to look