disagree

T. S. Eliot

A World that can be understood
win the future
swimming without water
paper puppets in a video game
a human computer that lives alone
Reason and Revelation
dreamtapes, dreamscapes
the Messiah of Shekinah
Hidden behind the Throne of Time

Embrace the void
International Sad Song
Quantum Miracles
the avatar and the messiah of the world
a great magician has been born here
tools and creatures lost with Eden
forgotten knowledge of the future
the heights and the depths of humankind
tearing a hole into the spirit world

the avatara of Light
Eldritch snake “worm” god
chimera spirits from 3000 years ago
in a quantum world, all timelines exist
knowledge that was never forgotten
entering into the Heavenly Space
spelunking into the spirit world
Everything ends
Kingdom of the animals

Lucifer and the Great Serpent
Chimeras, AI, Adam, and Eve
Chasing after beauty
Palaces of stars and planets, in Heaven
it just ends; forgotten time traveler
all those feelings of potential
barren wastes, in the sandstorm
broken buildings, lost in the sand
history reverberates in culture

Tore the Veil to the Spirit World Asunder
The Temple Replicated in Heaven
avid loser; an oversaturation of light
a new sense of potential and growth

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 8/16/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists. This particular painting is a portrait of the great T. S. Eliot.

Modernist Dream

LifeTree

Nealy stood in the wood-paneled study, in her beige suit and red ascot. She poured a glass of wine from the glass decanter. Lightning illuminated the room, splitting the sky in two. The faint lamplight flickered across her face.

Alli sat in front of her, in a simple cashmere sweater and jeans. The rain raged outside, racing down the windows and pouring onto the balcony nearby.

The darkness pressed in on them, suffocating and urgent. All along the walls were tomes, ancient, leather-bound manuscripts, shrouded in dust, some of them written hundreds of years ago.

“There can be no future, without the past,” Nealy growled. Thunder snapped and cracked, in the distance. She poured a second glass for Alli. The scarlet liquid seemed to hover in the air, forever suspended in time, even as it flowed inevitably to its endpoint.

Alli stopped glancing around, and looked back at Nealy, her eyes flashing with a look that could have also cut the sky into pieces, “If that was the case, Nealy, then why did you leave me?”

The thunder grumbled in reply, rolling mindlessly, over the hills dotting the landscape.

the ghost awaits the dawn of a new world