for the Citizens of the Universe
i hear survival being spun in textones of lifelong anecdotes
adorned by 21st century griots, soul companions of the cosmos
telling time, “light years in time, ahead of our time”
by word of mouth
Shining through an azure blurred by the sea of anonymous faces i see
all around me
Like the sun
none necessarily standing out but all remembered
somehow. & i know, when gabriel’s horn blows, we best be ready to go.
