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The Skull of Hermes

We go through life
hoping to understand its meaning,
and in the end
all that remains
is hope for immortality.

The acorn becomes the oak,
and the seeds of wisdom
are cast into the ether of life
so that we may endure.

Life’s meaning
is nothing more
than the unknown shadow
of the human soul.

Take a leap of faith.
Aid those in need, as you will, 
from beyond the grave,
in a perpetual state,
fulfill the duty of being human.

And come to the realization—
without erring—
that by doing so
you have helped your own self to
embrace the human soul.

With love to future generations.

A poem by

S. I. Guzman

Cosmic Wanderer’s Reflection

For I remember… I am not from this planet.

My planet?
Your planet,
and the Cosmos.

I would like to see other worlds
now that I am here.

Impossible—
for I can only travel
within my mind.

As I lay down to speak
with the mystery man
who, with arrogance, wit,
and terrible odor, said:

Behold! Behold, thy earthing.
Your name?

No name—
just shadows and wind.

Bluffing buffoon,
neither here nor there,
thou hast cast thy spells;
yet I vibe with Earth.

Now think,
as I stare into your eyes
and offer pity,
or perhaps treasures to pursue.

I remember when thou begged from here,
as you stared upon my abode;
you did not flinch,
nor blink an eye.

I admired thy courage,
thy fearless spirit—
for I gave it.

What of Earth?

What of it?
For I do not dwell in silence here.
I dream of it.
I dream of all that is there.

What is there?

The Cosmos,
the Cosmos,
the Cosmos—
the place to which I belong.

A poem by
S. I. Guzman