Final Journey Home Poem by Michael Walkerjohn

I
will
wake
the glory
of hellfire and
plasma, from the
hearts; of a multitude
of burning stars… casting
into my eyes that release of
energy. I, feel into the cold void
that remains; with an outstretched
arm, grabbing and holding this opening
which is taking in more of me, chunks of me
pieces building that structure that is to hold all
of the dreams of humanity… this process will not
diminish that which is me; but it will diminish what
is remaining for the very last morning of the human
species and the planet that is called earth… upon
the morning, when what is remaining of all
daylight questions, of my identity; that
puzzle of me, the thought explaining
to the entire world what it is exactly
that IAM will be clarified. I, being sent
out to examine the remains of humanity.
Transparent entity, covered in sheets of skin
the tone of ‘cornbread.' Flesh, in its contorted
ugly folds; ripping open and tearing apart the husk
of human form, and my essence arises into nothingness
blown away by the winds. IAM flown into every second of
living. I become a solid idea, revisiting another curious
second time. It is most raw, compared to that which
was written… IAM, a continuous stream, of blinded
consciousness wondering, then worrying all things
into a bright embrace. The night, then becomes
closed and I will feel as if ash… I will watch as
the desperate cling to their weak, and faux
understandings. Their whispers as pieces
and bits of an exposed host, a mouth
agape screaming out a long and bitter
silent scream… In waves of cringing sound
the earth will lose its way of existence; piece
by piece in a state of ‘will, ' of gravity, bones
and of tissue floating off and generally far
away from solid ground and the deepest
oceans depths… The final days, are peeling
away like fumbling fingers and then I awake
to an answer to my place. IAM put into the
unlikeliest of places; put into that night of
endless nights… and a long sleep rolls out
a further part that no one knows that no
ear hears, that each heart fears. At times in
these surroundings I break apart. Me held both
apart and constant. IAM now draped in layers
of eyes, once held in the sight of heaven's awe
from you, speaking to convey to you that before
my essence disintegrates my own will, in that
moment where every cell of me is ready to
follow every cell of all of you. ‘We' are
to begin a final journey home.