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One journey

Destinations are resting spots
masked by death

Our journey of being
led by time

The shapes of wood
turned to spoon
the journey of tree
to journey of utensil

True destination is death
trees die as spoons begin
their mask torn off
in destination determined by us

But we are not the journey
we're a mask worn
until death comes
to reclaim us

A death mask called humanity
we know none other
and we are lonely
so we make words

Words are masks
put on alien journeys
in attempted comprehension
we are blind to what lies beneath

We use resource to make "phone"
put a "my" mask on it to call it ours
never consider the journey it had
when it was earth

of silicon
cobalt
lithium
gold

Being is journey
Journey forms being

One journey so large
it prevents us from seeing



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Written on 2026-05-28 at 10:17

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mickeko The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you Sameen, I stumbled, but I didn't really look back to see why.
2026-05-28


Sameen The PoetBay support member heart!
I love the shape of this poem. It begins in abstraction, expands and then ends in another abstract expansion.

The only critique I have, if I may be so bold, is in:

The journey of wood
turning into a spoon
the journey of a tree formed
to the journey of a utensil


The third and fourth line seem redundant.

Aside from that, good work as always.
2026-05-28