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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it’s always personal running through the airport it’s never just business it’s going to be a bad breakup consolidations, constrictions, contractions ginkgo and fig leaves this circle is really a square no reason to forgive Christmas 2019
it was a double-blind experiment rejection, ejection center of symmetry, center of gravity leaving and never returning when the continents were in different places for now, not forever nobody wants me who has the winner’s edit “you think you can do these things, but you can’t”
left up there, at the top of the world your brain running on a sine wave you’re a black belt a Soviet space dog Fortress Pillow rebuild our Edge, rebuild the New Kingdom one light to stave away the cold a nation that stretched across the top of Eurasia failed messiah; advent never arrives
dark forest, frozen lake, midnight sun the gifts of the air why should I celebrate failure to feel and to live alone platitudes that say nothing a thing that sounds like some self-help nonsense beautiful but incomprehensible we live on a diamond you only get one life
alluvial fans and alluvial plains a moment on the Other Side analyze it into the ground we live in a circle, mirroring each other
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/24/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is called “The Temptation of St. Anthony,” by Salvador Dali.