For our final trick
we revealed the secret technique
of ingesting the life fluid.
It was a vanishing act.
We gave them this revelation
when we took them with us
into the deep darkness of space
where all memories dissolve.
There we had to once again learn
what we had traveled so far to show.
In the darkness we found
a box, a boat.
In this dark ocean of emptiness
we caught its life fluid
in order to demonstrate that such behavior
was necessary for us to live.
The substance of the son
would now be restored to the father.
The boat was too close to death
to be hospitable.
It was a cold ancient tomb
and actually quite old.
Before it, we were meat for worms,
moribund dregs on our way to oblivion.
We found that the boat would not lose its cold atmosphere over time.
Unless we ate its flesh and drank its blood,
there would be no life in us
we would become a cold tomb onto ourselves.
But through the ritual
we became cosmic crustaceans
inhabitants of the emptiness
we became larger and larger
as we tried to envelop the boat’s mass.
It was then time to show them
the secret method of ritually collecting the life fluid.
Having not quite forgotten it all
we initiated an electrical exchange with them
a storm of sound and lights.
Our experience with the boat told us that
we would at last perfect dematerialization.
If we could make rocks,
we could make life.
And then we ate our own life
and we saw the fluid restored to its source
and life and death became a shining spiral
and we remembered they were us all along
and it was time to return.