Stakeholders Poem by john tiong chunghoo

you look into space to look
into your own mind,
dark, boundless, mysterious
and so full of energy
they sparkle

you are the alter ego
of the universes,
stakeholders of a destiny
the puppeteers - they hold out
like stars, burning bright, and
charge up the skies of existence

the speaker in the physique
is born of a space in time
the heavenly bodies
line up to send him off
to take up one beautiful role
in their well bound creation

usually he ends up awed by
his own frame - an astral diamond
carved by the thousand
and one universes
so huge that he feels trapped
and has to learn how to fit himself
into the jigsaw puzzle
scattered all round him

as he speaks, the others
throw doubts at him like stones
stoic, cold, and hard
as he speaks, you could hear
his heart beat,
as he speaks, you could feel
the earth shake in the intensity
of his disorientation of the
stakeholders in his frame,
his designated role, the universes
that make him up, and why
they are always a veil of darkness,
quiet and perplexing
the astrologist has to
pack his chart to help him
walk the planets and stars

he and his other selves
feel like eons apart
the eyes look at the ears
and nose and wonder about
the stakeholders responsible
for the rendezvous

he ends up bowing to
all the universes
his brain, his mind, his senses
all the fun and surprises
they put him into,
body, soul and all

especially the stakeholder
who on occasions would
take him on a tour of a dreamscape
filled with blackholes, universe
within universe, the milky ways
and how they always converse
with each other - through him