**A stream of consciousness** by Jem * Inside a rock, far out in space * The dark assassin hid her face * Deep in shadows, called us in * talk of hope, a live meeting * Her bullets ripped through flesh and bone * The first hot sign of changing tone * Then lasers, spells and bullets flew * Her arm shot off, her weapon too * She surrendered then, to no avail * Our trust in her, was much too frail * we sent her on to her last end * to us she was a deadly friend * But time has passed and questions rise * as we return to open skies * a construct framework still remains * bereft, bereft of thinking brains * not just that, completely bare * the hole is blown clear through to air * and empty head with missing eye * returning life, not worth a try * But does a soul now wend its way * To meet a maker, and hope to sway * That being’s judgement, from on high * Questions remain, where, how and why? ------ **Note:** Jem is a spacefaring hippy/new age mystic and poet. He almost killed by an android assassin, who was executed after being disarmed. It was the first violent death of a sentient creature that he had seen first-hand and up-close. Now he has to process that ....