Around the proverbial campfire Fueled by the thermal decay of culture and civilization The sky was dark, and the stars turned lazily Cold and deep as the void. Is it the void?
Two humans sit you and me Huddled together for warmth Greedy, hungry the fire sustains us Warm and bright like withering innocence Is it youth?
You and I discuss values Under a blanket that is priceless Us made of the very same material as everything Science only can discover our frame Is it knowledge?
We are together though we mostly despise We love to expel words against each other Walls made of only mouths Not a single ear Is it people?
On this proverbial campout With our cosmic venue and our symbolic fire We together moving through this moment Moment to moment camping better than anyone Is it purpose?
Truly we are ourselves deeper than canyons We are more complex than matter We are brighter than stars We are beautiful in our own eyes Is it beauty?
No dear camper I see it now In our moment, purpose, venue, persons and minds True treasure would be to have the source of these things To experience that forever, I will Is it not the creator himself?