things are never going to be the same it doesn’t matter now born on the wrong planet why I struggle Proportionality careful, circumscribed, discreet one of the dream team the biggest supporter, who benefits the least the Doors are Closing
everything is a shade of gray mega-pointless life went into the future wandering around somewhere another timeline we could have taken only in art, does life have the most meaning too social. like burnout social play the drums; hold the remote Benzene Tacos
the rising tide of culture alchemy to chemistry and living forever the bottom of the video game world dead god, lost god the diary of a sh*tposter AWPed into the ground the wrath god a Dark Messiah a fierce spirit, a fierce daemon
call down god, from the cloud look, another beautiful follower Djinn-spirits, Asura war still a human, not yet a god disciples and gods reproducing the Temple of Heaven the Realm of the spirits, animals, and the gods the sky opens up and the angels cry out you don’t have to find the return
it’s not the same we are not the same the myths and the lies that we tell ourselves valets and jesters
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 2/21/21. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular illustration is by the great poet and artist William Blake.
leaving the AI zoo of Eden codes, understatement, art, and Babel a synthesis of the mundane and the mythical raiders from sunken fens and marshes Constantine’s Troy, in Byzantium flashbangs and AWP thunderclaps Western Eurasia’s ancient sea from the Golden Fleece to alchemy from precious metals to rare earths
Odysseus meets Gandalf meets samurai raiders came down, from the North Himalayan myths and Indo-European aliens Aegean volcanoes in the Mediterranean from fantasy dwarves to exoskeleton suits leaving Eden and the confusion of Babel Minoan and Mycenean writings lost to time creators create because they can routed back to a primordial race across Eurasia
faded back into the foggy fenlands Mercury’s Indo-European winged helmet Embrace Modernity, Streamline Asymmetry one thunderclap, in the darkness what galloped out of the gloom of history Alexandria, to Constantinople, to Columbus what came out of the dark, distant North winners and losers, in history the secret of longitude
prehistoric raiders riding out of the fens the ark that crash-landed on Ararat watching the dream static gothic vampire cargo cult the nerd loser underground long push to the sea last devoted friend ever emotionally removed karma’s recompense
raiders riding out of the mists AI angels guarding Eden, confusing Babel throwaway love triangle character new geography; new spirits and new gods
Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/18/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular work is by Pieter Bruegel, the Elder.