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
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/04/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.
breaking the stone bridge made of star radiation a line that runs through Eurasia the Pocky stick snaps no words for what you’re feeling at the precipice of faith they wanted to believe mutual understanding with others The roads of Bimini
onslaught of a mathematical “angel” unfolding net configuration matrix Inherent to the country of “Heaven” not your seonbae’s bitcoin saying much, while meaning little energy rays distorting time and space gods of the old world earnings whisperer fluent in internet
thinking in money a hologram, not a hack the true form of the “angel” Giant Forest Guardian Spirit Onboard AI course correction the birth of a lower sentient species directionless, somewhere in the universe Without a backward glance Realm of the gods
aliens from the spirit world a more ancient world her last devoted friend Forgotten Tuesday it’s saying goodbye love older than the sea told what to be dusty roads of history futuristic petrol station
the hero you wanted to be just a mess of errors sacrifices and petty surrenders home of the memers
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/17/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is a Tarot card, from A. E. Waite’s Rider-Waite deck.
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