The Prince of Milk

Part 2: Father and Son

I see the stars, I see the galaxies fold in upon themselves and then do their revolved dance, holding on to a core round and round the universe, no object in mind, no destination in view. Slowly heading for destruction, unable to see the cosmic indifference that awaits them.

Father, what is the point?

Why am I here instead of there with you, in the silky skies instead of this dark cage

A universe so small, yet seen as gargantuan by even smaller ants

Fate, finds its way through all things

I am aware of what must be done

Life will go on

Streams will flow into the lakes and rivers and the seas

Fire will dance upon the breeze

But the milk will no longer remain sour

The milk will take a better hue, a sweeter one

One that falls among them

Maybe is not something a being like me says a lot

But maybe, what I search for can be found in the small ones I despise

Maybe living brings forth life

The Prince of Milk is no more

And with a cursing glance at his father he finishes his mission of a thousand lores

And a thousand more await

For the Princes essence will be spread everywhere and at the end of times gate

A breath so little and so expansive

Never to be known but always to be felt in its captive

A connection yearning to be consummated in order to achieve the true essence of humanity

For what is more human than to wish but to groan in agony?

Father, I miss you

I wish to be you

Galaxies float away in your sight

The whole of time a mere blight

On your true white coat