To catch some good vibes
The Vibe-Giver stands At the end of time, Tossing beautiful dreams across the past. Like breadcrumbs to ducks, They fall where they may, Into far-flung eons of humankind, Growing, like ripples, In lives and futures Of all creatures who find them and partake. Possible because, At the end of time, All technologies have been invented. The Vibe-Giver shares With every epoch Without seeing precisely where these land. Even beholding So many wasted Through cracks of awakening, he persists, Hoping these vibes can Hasten redemption And ease his weary continuity. Warily does the Vibe-Giver observe One like himself in a time-free telos. His dark brother stands In ageless shadows, Opposing his efforts: the Nightmare-Prince. From his timeless perch, The Nightmare-Prince sends Gifts of his own to frail, forlorn mortals. From his precipice In eternity, The Nightmare-Prince sows rancor and panic. The Nightmare-Prince spares No time for resting; Finality bears him no victory. Within processions Of constricted haste, The Nightmare-Prince postpones his surrender. The Vibe-Giver’s dreams Stave off arrivals Of darkness from temporality’s edge. Beneath both brothers, I stand too. Something Human survived the far-distant future. After all is done, My remnant sorts through The unreviewed debris of a life lived. Each mortal moment Returns to its source: This came from a dream; this one from nightmare. Along this vast shore, Other survivors, Mortals, like me, sort through their detritus. Like pagans we burn As sacrifices Each injury and pleasure of our lives. Up to their senders We deliver all. They belong not to us; they are not ours. Surfacing like ice, A memory floats: A bitter winter, endured without heat. The image is clear; Further inspection Would uncover nothing necessary. I offer up the Brumal misfortune To the source of horrors: the Nightmare-Prince. His black eyes flare down In a refusal And, shaking his head, he does not accept. “Observe its result,” He gravely explains, “This one is not mine, but Vibe-Giver-sent.” Above the aimless Tranquility, There Bob the vibes from beyond the eschaton.