Sustenance

Sustenance


We are destiny.
The masters of time,
Of the elements, and life
Once meant to be the closest
To the gods. We now
Look to surpass our creator
A child who looks to not
Suckle from his mother’s breast.
Instead attempting to create
His own sustenance
We know he will die
Equivalently we will die
Yet we are destiny
Destiny cannot be outrun
Yet now we run none-the-less
Truly masters of time, we chose
Our end, and the belief that we
Lack a solution
Numbs our veins
Civilization was not destiny
Nor was it meant to
Spell the end. What
Cannot sustain itself
Cannot survive. Civilization
Has destroyed itself just
As we have destroyed so
Many before us.
We must look not beyond
Our end, our civilization
Our solution is behind us.
In the dust of what
We once found
Useless. Look to those
From whom we saw no
Answer, to those
We killed with no solace
With this you will clear the
Numbness from your veins.
What is truly beyond our civilization
If buried behind us.
Now we may only see an answer.