metaphysics – Page 5 – A Piece, of the Sky

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

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