Coffin Lights

There’s a long made bed at the end of the hall

And the sheets are polished stone

Surrounding blank space are empty chairs

And even those are somehow alone

There lives sad silent murmurs in every shadow on white walls

But all I see is a solitary throne and every occupant is unknown.

Great light shines down upon us

There are no gods with hat in hand

Charts lay scattered across the floor along felled fallible man.

They speak of finite resources

Of the ghost left so far behind

And for all the good they might’ve done, for all the sights they’d seen,

They will always worship that horizon line.

Stretched out like every sunrise

Across flat worlds that always end

We are lost in a finite universe that refuses to expand

Beyond our limited knowledge

Beyond the coffin space

We are the darkness inside the room and we wish there was light instead.