In space, the immense celestial expanses
give rise to all kinds of shapes and forms,
there is the endless vastness of multi-galaxies,
make worlds come out of many neurons.
The encounter between different kinds.
Proton spark of human consciousness.
These organisms are extraordinary finds.
Not just nations in types and similarities.
Of our own world, quite rare in that realm.
With signs of consciousness and intelligence.
A vast civilization from where we came.
With the elements of subliminal experience.
Nature and race have the capacity to observe,
to predict, to interact, and to communicate.
To suffer, to love, to lose, and to preserve.
Abilities and characteristics that humans hate.
Out in space, consciousness is ambiguous,
place of mystery; perhaps we could not grasp.
Existence of soul, and spirit, genes, and genius.
Subjectivity, intelligence, perception of our task.
We now wear a mask blotting out the past.
To mimic creation in an unimaginative way.
Coincidence with a civilization that generations lost.
What made our values sunk deeper into the clay?
After our marred display, a new race will arrive.
With unrecognizable traits on the big screen.
The strangest thing about those who survive.
With consciousness, we could have been them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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