Year Day

fly forever, in a green sky
hide, when there’s nothing to hide
passed each other at a crossroad in time
I had no idea who you really were
conversion and consecration
listening to cars go by, in the rain
It’s not a sin to be rejected
allowed to feel your feelings
losing the love triangle

The Bottleneck Complex
The Past Within the Past
Sheep, Swine and Tigers
A Song’s Heartbeat
I am Insurance
god of the dispossessed
Leader of the Moon
Miraculous Star
Broken Triangle

Millennium Syndrome
thinking in mega-trends
Antarctic Quantum Angels
I choose to exist:
Defending the Micro Part
Leaving the final energy pool
Can’t evolve anymore
Third Eye hacking
AI Hive mind “god”

Viral super-evolution
doublespeak that can’t mean anything
watching the night turn into day
civilization never exists in a vacuum
out-of-place mechanism in Thera
the same person, on different timelines
this is the recompense
From the future, two women connect
how one is and how one wants to be

what does it take, to create
hear my voice and appear
feel your feelings, all the way through
watching the days go by

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biting the vampire

magically potent nine tails
quantum being, from another dimension
formulaic mythical genealogy
spirits of the trees and the rivers
in the immediate modern future
an entire world up there, at the top of the earth
history, culture, and geography
an epic age
angel alien god

creative reflections of who you really are
surviving the wreckage of history
make the rest of history come true
byproducts of a quest for immortality
on a ship to an uncertain future
created from the death of a god
The Long Road of Prehistory
smoke resting on the air; hazy room
driving a buggy with no tires on it

Prometheus and Loki; heights, depths
counterfactuals vs. predestination
put a Question to the Answer
clamping down, holding on
disciples of the anti-hero legend
feel like you’re brave or something
I said goodbye
can’t be the hero
something in actuality

the feel of the air, in summer
a blend of Hawaii and India
the one who lost
to be your devoted friend
when we were close
the relationship ends
see in pieces
the first gasp of the modern world
can’t be earnest

who won and who lost
told what it’s not, not what it is
lost to a shadowy prehistory
extinguishing the shout across history

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 7/20/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.