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

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play the ridge

in the memer age
an inscription, half-erased, on a temple
the luxury of zooming out
like the map of Eurasia
can only be learned in pieces
missing words and audio loops
forgotten sound bites
where do ideas come from
think in full sentences

convenience goods, and economies
the most important thing we can do
first does not always equal best
empires of steel
Mother Demeter
Big solstice energy
the ultimate Answers lost to prehistory
lost beings of the last Ice Age
where you are and when you are

from Scandinavia to the Balkans
roast duck and spiced ham
what they found in the ice
secret societies and lost lands
millions of years until boars, fishhooks
Iron Age Constantinople
Sun deity messiah
Jurchens and Janissaries
the dying and reborn goddess

unsolved mysteries of linguistics
obvious results, without obvious causes
a long time of nothing, until something
The Flying Bike
Exceptionally no
a cosmic waiting game
I am the nade king
empty golf ball planet
keep our economy boiling

looking through the red dot
nade the smoke
final thunderclap; last rain
share the inheritance of the gods

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 6/29/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.