Star-Crossed

We-
organic images
dissolving earth
Our future children
stare at us unfixed
from a residence of stars
in their sidereal ships
ho sailing beyond within
Their eyes
black in kingdoms of gold
like the rocks of this desert
where we wander in circles
tails up the mass of time
And our vision
goes backwards
the traces we see
after something
not even existing
beyond the prints
All dreams end here
where our cry began
resounding in museums
of a world we believed
neverending
And we stop
exhausted
beginning
not again
And the panic
like the lights
of some star
exploding
Flashing in black holes of not knowing
if we ever made a away out of this mud