Year Day

fly forever, in a green sky
hide, when there’s nothing to hide
passed each other at a crossroad in time
I had no idea who you really were
conversion and consecration
listening to cars go by, in the rain
It’s not a sin to be rejected
allowed to feel your feelings
losing the love triangle

The Bottleneck Complex
The Past Within the Past
Sheep, Swine and Tigers
A Song’s Heartbeat
I am Insurance
god of the dispossessed
Leader of the Moon
Miraculous Star
Broken Triangle

Millennium Syndrome
thinking in mega-trends
Antarctic Quantum Angels
I choose to exist:
Defending the Micro Part
Leaving the final energy pool
Can’t evolve anymore
Third Eye hacking
AI Hive mind “god”

Viral super-evolution
doublespeak that can’t mean anything
watching the night turn into day
civilization never exists in a vacuum
out-of-place mechanism in Thera
the same person, on different timelines
this is the recompense
From the future, two women connect
how one is and how one wants to be

what does it take, to create
hear my voice and appear
feel your feelings, all the way through
watching the days go by

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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

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.