V. Death and the Final Connection

The night, so dark upon our faces, cold and pinching,
Refusing all detail we try to examine,
Our eyes set rolling, uneasily flinching. 

Fearing the shadows falling from heaven
To we who are sunk so far from on high,
Sunk even further than god could imagine. 

No longer do we open widely our eyes,
Unable to see by the light fate gave us,
We hope beyond hope the future will realise, 

Will stumble upon a way to save us.
Yes!  Slowly dark-stars fall out-of-focus,
Crawl into gutters and cracks in the pavements. 

Each nook, each crack, in daylight unnoticed,
Snag us and scrape us.  Scratchings that echo
Unfolding a path through hidden motives. 

Firstly wary, then fairly certain we follow
From tip-toe to step to stomp then run
Even with eyes dull and hollow. 

A colossal synchronised marathon
Woven across continents and oceans,
A human race that will not be undone. 

New ways, new lives, new notions,
A new dawn claws at the ancient edge
As Earth once more is set into motion,  

An unknown day is wooed and led,
Hell's fire is lit and rolled into view,
But yellow, orange and red

Shush and calm to blue.
So silent the sky, so quickly unwrapped,
Inviting, absorbing, so much to pursue. 

We rest, we watch a world yet unmapped,
Whispers erupt through the cracks in the concrete
Sharing wisdom from sources untapped.

Buildings bow down and roll back the streets,
Grey gives way to golden and green.
So children can play and adults can meet.

All of humanity uncovered and seen,
Connected and mixed at a mystical nexus.
Clearer the history of where we have been, 

But not the mystery of what connects us.