Time to Cry

there was a whole plot above you
three shirts
admonish and upbraid
let go of shockwaves from the future
wrong answer
replicate and resonate, for all time
Oh well,
it doesn’t matter now
a ring that arcs across the top of the world

you’re always invested in the act
you were going down a wormhole
you can tell the difference
someone had to do the math
you’re not supposed to say that
blue in blue
something’s not right
it had no meaning
your Lord and Savior

The Hunt for Supersoldier-X
Evolved the species into the ground
secrets of the Minoans and Phoenicians
begin to square with your reality
empty
the rubber band effect
happiness is blue
it doesn’t matter anymore
it’s not wrong, it’s just mean

follow the Oder, to the sea, and the chalky Rugen
Sailor moon and ancient Steppe warriors
a machine of the epics, lost to the primeval ice
Nosedive into Hell
Isolated nodes and hyper-connected networks
no one cares
wrong adjective
you can delete it
dating ends

I’m not missing anything
100% loser
a life that is thin
there are no sacred goats

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quietus

Rome kept moving east
the Romantic and the symbolic
god of gambling, god of love, god of desire
The Snake of Eden, Kekule’s Snake
your desire to participate in the world
a portal at the confluence of rivers
give purpose and meaning to my life
Uncovering the Map of Heaven
Psychic power plant

In defense of the Asura
everyone kept trying to recreate Rome
the hand behind Merkabah; ascent to the throne-room
god’s Kingdom
When you jump down the rabbit hole
It came from Underground
beef and smoke
warm, honey, summery tunes
conversion and transmutation

the sea of data
wavelength distortions, data flow
Toonami childhood
twelve lives, twelve Houses
Ice and the Spacegate
The Protective Circle
Sanctified to the Net
phase distortion
underground desert temple

the Lords of Eurasia
juxtaposed aesthetical elements
an ancient artifact, without name
a chain of ions
regeneration chrysalis: phoenix
the world city
household shrine
The Supernumerary
the future is real

modern century
the future is now
the navel of the world
Rerouted Another Way

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 9/09/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved. All art, not from the author, belongs to the original artists.