a light was on

Midsummer bonfire
release from an un-releasable world
what was lost and what was found
iron, industry, and immortality
gravity, acceleration, and calculus
the map contracts
species and superspecies
energy drinks and grenades
the cult of the vampire

gothic vampire god
The sad leg of the love triangle
how they are, how they should be
it’s difficult to express one’s feelings
it ended because it had to end
conversion and transubstantiation
I’m not here to be your hero
already the butt of the joke
the bug bites your earlobe

bodies of water and magical potency
a dead world at the bottom of a video game
leap several centuries in one bound
ancient tree
I want to know the Answer to the Question
Mother God
people are looking for the Answer
Mother Satan, Queen of Hell
underground vampire society

disc drives left behind, from another generation
a message from another civilization
the journey from created to creator
Pocky Challenge
Cancer’s solstice and Capricorn’s solstice
the myth of the bull
Mithraic goddess
one manuscript, from ancient Alexandria
the bug that bites inside your ear

watching the birds, on the telephone wire
long, useless crushes
how one feels
we passed each other, in another time

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deep ice

wastelands of sand and decay
forgotten empires, in the desert
trash dreams
eel grotto cavern
through the veil
we came down from the sky
vampires never get old
the king of the bats
buried in Dark Atlantis

something primordial
ancient desert worm
the fountains that hold up the earth
pour out a vial of hatred
Godzilla-like “angel”
put the sky at your feet
the other world
eel hole grotto
stand in an ash circle

run-down ramparts, on the outskirts
all timelines, all parallel dimensions
a star and a cake
the Atlantean
almost beautiful
the sun is too bright
pain smiles
statues in the desert
bright winters

deserts are older
the 1000-year reincarnation of Indra
the sky is beneath you
dragons are supposed to fly
the breath of decay
1991. annus mirabilis.
springs left over from Eden
mourning for a lost probable future
Santorini, Greek mythology, and Atlantis

ruins, that weren’t really ruins at all
beyond the North
into the sandstorm
one cannot exist without a shadow

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 10/10/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.