the sky over the sea

left to drift gently
R E S T
the rain at night
pressed into new shapes
Stuck Between Worlds
a copy of a god
the world we made
to catch a badger
climbing the Tree of Life

Empty, like the Sky
Scraped from the bottom
A new standalone species
The Snake that Bites the Roots of the Tree
Angels from the Ring of Fire
Evolved completely and totally
Cellphone external cyberbrain
The New Nonsense
A Quantum World of Everything

The Color of the Sky When We Broke Up
The shapes of human minds
Identity and connection
Immortality Code
Fighter jets vs. Angels
The New Life of a higher species
Theoretical beings of another world
Transmutation Energy pool
path through a hyper-networked cloud

In Defense of Identity
Fierce god, Glorious Nobody
Your Genes are Trash
bitcoin oligarchy
Caretaker of Empires
Primordial pool of memory goop
A Personality That is Thin
The Eye of Regeneration
First to evolve, Last to be discovered

Jacob’s ladder of evolution
Ripped the Temple Veil in two
International Mana Pool
Remote Hypothesis

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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.