We are unseasoned travelers to the heart of nullity
In search of the similar, yet unidentical soul twins
Bizarre alien races will hardly flatter our vanity
Will we be jealous of those advanced non hominid kins?
If we only knew that our future for them is history
We'd end aimless wars to live in harmony with one another
There's neosphere beyond nonexistence, a solved mystery
As soon as the time is ripe for the truth, we'll shudder
Regrets and apologies can't prevent us from collapse
If we turn tolerant and less hostile, we might endure
Into a deep coma of pre-mortal fever we'd never lapse
Once we learned that love works a miraculous cure.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cure/
