Thy Will Be Done Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Thy Will Be Done

When it is time I'll pack my bags,
then I'll forget to bring it,

Instead I become this human traveler,
this solo destination,
without luggage,
without paradigm,
to another planet,

interstellar astronaut,
leaving you my earthly form,
to migrate naked beyond,

How's this possible to be transformed,
from solid into mist,
Form into aerial chemical, ?

How naive can you be, ?
buried inside this unorthodox box,

Knowing heaven can quit,
heaven can assembles what it conceives,

As this species unknown to its own space,
To senses that hasn't the power to comprehend,

Beyond which life,
Considera corpse to be interred,
As thy kingdom comes,
Thy will, will be done
bullshits in this dizzying,
space.