I don’t play the game, so it leaves me lonely I feel the greed, so I leave it alone. Monsters are growing, they seem to be as usual, known as humans, cosmic masters are ready, a time will arrive. A germ will develop to curb the human of it’s destructive ways I’ve no idea why we are called civilisation. When we beat one another down, so I wait to go. I find a path where no one goes, I climb, there is a bend in the road and a stone platform.
Ready, elevated, I stand upon this. There are ten minutes to shut my eyes I think of so called society and what it has done to families to root them in poverty, now I must breath in rhythm and close my eyes, the white light comes. A masters call, silent the wind desists. I am ready a shaft of light impregnates, my whole I’m enveloped by auric violet that is my pod, a golden disc rests above my head I am told to go others will follow, we are now done with earth, say goodbye.
