a little creation myth idea i had about outsiders
somewhere, there are shapes
being forged by angels in the night
shapes that once lit up the dark
brought unknown things to light.
but shapes require constant change
so that their light may shine,
and as the angels were unable
to dream up new designs
the old familiar shapes
one by one began to fade.
with all but one lone circle
left heavenly displayed,
the angels crafted new beings
inside this final sphere
to trace the paths and routes they'd take
for new shapes to appear.
but these insiders did not perform
as angels had predicted
although endowed with free will
to travel unrestricted
they dutifully walked the lines
that were set out before them
never altering their course
or seeking to explore them.
their experiment had failed
it seemed, but not yet too dismayed
the angels hatched a plan for
a new species to be made.
born outside the sphere
this time, a handful were designed
and placed inside to shake things up
as kings leading the blind!
taking insiders by hand,
their wonderment prevailed
the outsiders burst through the lines
and new paths were unveiled.
kaleidoscopic patterns formed
unchartered and unmapped
shower'd the angels with new light
as darkness came unwrapped.
the angels' venture a success,
and needing no more of this chore
they fled to newly lit up lands
and cosmos to explore.
but what of this lone sphere
now left alone in space,
and outsiders still longing
to inspire shapes at pace?
the insiders began to tire
of conjuring new scenes
and settled back into the comfort
of their old routines.
but the sphere grew ever dimmer,
a straight and insulated world.
the insiders had forgotten
how new patterns were unfurled.
as time went by the outsiders
found they were cast aside
and thought of as insane beings
by those on the inside.
they roam now scattered and alone
but still intoxicated
with the urge to transform static structures,
just as they were fated.
if this should sound like you
my friend, know that you're not alone.
go forth and find other explorers
of the vast unknown,
and hurl yourselves as one
into this aquiescent sphere
as shapes and fractals spiral out
new patterns will appear.