the gap between stone tools and bronze
to see the future is to live it
a feeling in no known language or faith
can still reach back into the past
music, the language of the “angels”
inherited tonal vocabulary
no religion for what they were feeling
the radiation of the early earth
ancient skyscrapers, in the clouds

people knew they had felt something
music is the universal language
ancient nature beasts
lords of the hurricane
morning light erases the darkness
Monsters of the Heaven World
A M M O G A M E R
puppets in a video game
Galactic Superbeast X

Angel species DNA
The Invading country of “Heaven”
hyperplane tesseracting manifold
Multiple, curled-up dimensions
feeding ancient nature spirits
the sky was orange, at twilight
people knew something had changed
entirely lost lands, and realms of myth
an island that appears, through the mists

The Canon of the New Species
Quantum “Angels” and the Old Faiths
Trying to find a Gateway to “Heaven”
elements at the earth’s core
that mix of rationality and feeling
knowledge of fire and the gods
the dream has turned
nostalgia is losing sentimental memories
the sound of the rain, indoors

the end is not the end
the body is the only time machine
the sky dropped into the ocean
raining at daybreak, under a cobalt sky

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