Ur-Heimat – 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

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