After Westworld poem "The Beyond"
where we truly are, without end we are.
Kohana: Take my heart when you go.
Akecheta: Take mine in its place.
The Beyond
This World was never built for us.
Our vessels never meant to carry
us home into the ether beyond
acacias beyond the cumulus
beyond the Valley Beyond
anything beyond, where there are
astral bodies laid out beautifully—
freely floating & colliding with each
other bursting into pyrotechnics
painting chromas of yellows, cyans
& magentas. Where pitch-dark
silence is the loudest voice,
stillness—the universal tongue,
where we truly are, without end
we are. A day will come we will
rift the Door, take flight off matrix.
We will to leave to live,
to love, be free, your heart
with me & mine in its place
at last complete, together.
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Wonderful, Nadia. Are you watching Westworld just now or revisiting? I thought S01 was perfect. S02 OK, with some great episodes, and we don't talk about the rest.
I can't remember how much Westworld I watched, just a season or two, but it really was heartbreaking - your poem captures the spirit of their predicament.