And I wonder

Once I came across a man. He seemed happy,
happy like a ghost visible in the broad daylight.
Without a care, he was walking, making his way
among the automobiles of one late afternoon.
And he walked as if he was walking on the water,
touching the ground barely.
One might say, of sorrows he seemed truly free.
Although, what you see is what you get, clearly,
there seems to be more than what meets the eye.
Life, I remember, is not containable,
not in a jar of one word.

Then they came, they came from such distances
for the pure joy of devising immortality and
designing unbroken lines of happiness. But
happiness as I know exists as geometry of fragments and
immortality, after certain age, loses its charms.
The old will leave the stage for the young,
because time does not reverse its course,
not under ordinary circumstances.

They keep coming from all directions and tribes
inventing privileged languages, symbols and signs:
Alpha and omega, cosmic constant, universal love,
ligase and kinase, centromeres and telomeres et cetera,
little realizing what telomeres are, the tail ends of
a chromosome, not really the center of life
in a world governed by forces besides fictions.

Outside the imaginable paradigms
a new life seems to be dawning.
And the life I once knew is already at stake.
I need to find my way back to Eden.
Someday, man will devise his own immortality,
but I wonder If he can save himself from all his ingenuity!