Minoans – Page 4 – A Piece, of the Sky

fluffing the edges
what was lost at Santorini
sea lane veins in the Dardanelles
lost secrets of Minoan Knossos
forgotten mysteries of history
just another pig in the sty
just more tears to cry
poverty of thinking
from euphoria comes clarity

and suddenly the fog lifted
listening to the rain, fall at night
summer beach wind
live your life out loud
bail out and fail out
blackening, reddening, whitening
the handsome blue, of the evening
the creation of god
angels are, by definition, fiery

late-night rain wind
New Wave mumbling
broke free of the body
see love, at the bottom of a wine glass
the rush and the tide of history
sci-fi future and fantasy past
summoning summer emotions
the limits of the human entity
reworked back to “god”

still asking for worth and approval
god of the rain wind
One star, one heavenly city
digital past; only one future
met your future self already
contradictory feedback loop
the origin of the Indo-Europeans
lost to prehistory and the early earth
still searching for the Answer

loneliness and strangers
what was known – and then un-known
abandoned by history
one thunderclap, racing through time

You’re nobody to your god
something that hurts
A gap in the barrier maze
Boomers: The Zombie Generation
angel haven
wear the horns
why the past is winnable
Play the road alive
noscope jumpshot

why the past is valuable
nade the tree
a well in Manchuria
torus manifold “angel”
a divine loser
the Wrath and the Blood
a bucket of swine
loser TV
if the world is ending, for you, let it end

Split the Blood of an “Angel”
invoke a fallen cryptid’s name
call down the army of “heaven”
where there are rivers, there are valleys
hollow words, hollow ideology, hollow faith
stand for anything and everything – until finally nothing
it is an empty gourd – a clanging cymbal
Behind the Veil; the Holy of Holies
where there are deserts, there are mountains

A replica of the Temple, in “Heaven”
The half-angel’s sacrifice
Insta-shy
The Blood of a higher species
Pocky hero
Band-Aid warriors
AI zoo
The Last Ziggurat
the ark of genes

your world ends when you let it
unknowable Minos; the fires of Troy
preserve our genes
children of the anti-hero angel