Sentience

Intelligence strives for completion of tasks,
Inside the holes and work, the very flasks.
May we steal the treasure of all time and infinite space,
Then intelligent beings shall perish, along the walls that disgrace.
Let us be some of this hyperspace, willing to work,
Reluctant to stop and even by a bulwark.
The structure called space empties us ruined,
We have what is blackened.
The very river of light curtained and cautioned,
Like a lamp has talents on us when deafened.
Intelligence or sentience carries us further,
Like an alien or human, like future and past patroller.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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