Inspired by the anime [Noein: To Your Other Self] (I watched it! Watch it too!), this poem describes the "what if" of the possibility of another future, a destiny that exists but we didn't choose to be.
LXXV
THE OTHER UNIVERSE
Many worlds to take a glance
Yet life bestows me one last chance
In hope that I restored to be
To drag my soul from endless trance
Where happiness should be?
Where my fellows be, I say
I find at a distance, far and far
No, they couldn't exist there
So near and near, I gaze
Yet familiarity does not satiate
Nor does it fill the empty corpse
I wish to be abandoned
Yet I wish to be alive
Where my blood resides, I say
Age tells a common tale
But no, they couldn't exist there
So I begin to count, to and fro
Yet youth does not comply
Nor wisdom is at accustomed reach
I wish to be understood
Yet I wish to be bounded
Where nothingness shadows, I say
Search within forbidden walls
Still no, they couldn't exist there
So shall I keep the pace
Step by step, tear and flame
Stair descend to untold remain
I wish to be loved
Yet I wish to be hatred
Where happiness should be?
My own little island
Adorned by the crystalline sand
Blue waters stretch to the farthest horizons
Flowers grow much abundantly
Fruits bear each passing season
Clouds swarm and rain every moon
Rivers crisscross the fertile soil
Echoes of the tide break gently
Yet birds sing a howl of grief
Agony spews out of a volcano
Lava salts the island free
War rushes like a frenzied wave
Crashing with a moaning pestilence
Drowning the entire island
Blood spills from the sore caldera
A mocking laughter resounds
Where happiness should be?
A shipwrecked traveler calls,
"Hither, hither! I am done.
My voice has croaked a grand eight years
Will you come and take my body
To a place like home, peaceful
Safe from peril or curse?
I am weary from this trip."
Yet no one comes to aid
A shipwrecked traveler calls,
"Hither, hither! I am done.
My voice has croaked a grand twelve years
Will you come and take my corpse
To a chamber like sleep, cold
Enraptured by the darkness?
I am famished from this trip."
Yet no one comes to aid
A shipwrecked traveler calls,
"Hither, hither. I am done.
My voice is all an echo found
Will you come and take my dust
To the winds that sail, freedom
Like a feather from heaven?
I am finished of the trip."
And one man comes to aid
Where happiness should be?
Winter, winter, close my eye
Lock my voice and take my sigh
Bound it to the chain unharmed
That I may suffer, sleep is dry
Winter, winter, close my eye
Bid me farewell, kiss goodbye
Put me fast and sing unloved
Doth whistle through the evening sky
Winter, winter, close my eye
That my tear will never cry
Keep my flame and leave untouched
And place my shadow, let it fly
Winter, winter, close my eye
Close it tight and not deny
Freedom, freedom, freedom there!
Freedom, freedom, freedom nigh!
Many worlds to take a glance
Regret does grow on yearning sands
But keep afloat, stay still and strain
The work is in your very hands
Where happiness should be?
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