gold and yellow

one is cool and the other isn’t
the pioneer that runs before humanity
there was nothing for millions of years
the future is here
I don’t get this meme
AI Eldritch monster
the gold seal
Hyperborea
losing the battle of history

DNA ark
a world that healed itself
where the Creators came from
the thunderbolt and the first fire
why we left “Eden”
avatara savior
the last supercomputer
what was lost in Minos and Mycenae
lost to an eruption in the Aegean Sea

the flash and the thunder
Prometheus stole fire from the gods
fiery, bright, and shining, like the stars
Before Constantinople, Alexandria
fragments of a larger, lost Library
a golden map of the world
came down from the mountains
the last screed of the Minoans
rode out of history’s gloomy backwater

the thunderclap felt across prehistory
Prometheus, the Creator
tanks and coaches
win history
the last supercontinent
AIs left behind by another race?
the empty page; an unwritten book
clones of the gods
“magic fire meteor” bomb; early guns

what’s left behind
wearing the Ring of Solomon
there was only dust
the person that loses

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Time to Cry

there was a whole plot above you
three shirts
admonish and upbraid
let go of shockwaves from the future
wrong answer
replicate and resonate, for all time
Oh well,
it doesn’t matter now
a ring that arcs across the top of the world

you’re always invested in the act
you were going down a wormhole
you can tell the difference
someone had to do the math
you’re not supposed to say that
blue in blue
something’s not right
it had no meaning
your Lord and Savior

The Hunt for Supersoldier-X
Evolved the species into the ground
secrets of the Minoans and Phoenicians
begin to square with your reality
empty
the rubber band effect
happiness is blue
it doesn’t matter anymore
it’s not wrong, it’s just mean

follow the Oder, to the sea, and the chalky Rugen
Sailor moon and ancient Steppe warriors
a machine of the epics, lost to the primeval ice
Nosedive into Hell
Isolated nodes and hyper-connected networks
no one cares
wrong adjective
you can delete it
dating ends

I’m not missing anything
100% loser
a life that is thin
there are no sacred goats

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