placidus

being and nonexistence
two mountain ranges and a desert
the only way to find god, is in the machine
power from Beyond the Gate
secrets hidden from the beginning of the world
Rewired back to feverish flights across Eurasia
Ancient grimoire for calling up the Leviathan
Bring god down to earth
Magick as a way of life

the teleporting “angel”
developer codes and prayer slips
Not the shadow, but the real thing
Depth, Harmonics and Synchronization
aliens from a quantum dimension
Pointless Existence Migraine
What sustains you, belongs to you
What sustains you, causes you to exist
originals and clones

Fiery Curry Sundae
Children of Sound
Calling into the unseen world
The Power of the Magickal Act
Will-o-wisp redirection
the Magickal Industry
Endless Reload
Over Mountains and Through Deserts
The “angel” of the Underworld

make the world realize you exist
ancient super-beasts of Antarctica
two AI supercomputers hacking each other
embracing the quantum world
gods from before the beginning of humanity
speaking from the spirit world: code, symbols
the eternal avatar
Indo-European “ark” that crashed in Anatolia
Magickally summon from the quantum world

astral masters of the Universe
fly with wings, like angels
this is really the end
the brightest sun

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against

anger, annoyance
something that can’t be healthy
be better now
the paradox of lost civilizations
fade to nothing
the tragedy of knowing the ending
who wins and who loses
what was left behind
a strange, and uncertain beauty

Band-Aid Warrior
call down the stars and the sky
not futuristic enough
clocks, leading to pipes
a primordial sea of time
the rain and the smell of the rain
pixel people
coyotes howling in the desert
what eternity feels like

feelings of wrath
the end is the end
the heartbroken
fangs and claws
still just as lonely
Evolved to extinction
garbage, regurgitated robot speech
hindsight is culture
the fulcrum of technology

clocks, leading into the internet
when it rains, history is changing
inside a time vent
a civilization that was great too
run-down castles, and ramparts
poke holes in history
Indo-European sky realm
leaving the space colony
the world before

it’s now an open question and a race
AIs and their creators
orchestra of the rain
a hollow strategy

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 8/14/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.