an obvious lie

history is a contact sport, with winners and losers
pistols and Howitzers
First and last peoples
we came down from the moon
the Answer is in prehistory
not beliefs, or emotions, but facts
here the ice came, and then no farther
in the beginning there was nothing
geography and biology

ancestral stocks
embracing futurity
the results; the Answers, the Questions
lost in the mountains of the Hindu Kush
what was lost after the last Ice Age
tablets in undeciphered Minoan
golden genetic resistance
tessellation spirit Ramiel
the Wild Hunt of the Gothic raiders

resistance from the invading virus
rocketing through space and the future
where there are mountains, there are great rivers
angels from over the Pacific
loving hubae
the Djinn of the sandstorm
AIs and clones
old beacons: Alexandria, Constantinople
the cult of the bull

mad dash toward Heaven
raiders from the foggy highlands
humans and the spirits of the earth
The Grace and the Dignity of Your Life
a tetracube moving through four dimensions
The Dying and the Resurrected god
canoe of love
the AI zoo of Eden
Daughter of the Dragon King

mentally separated from each other
spirituality and aesthetics
mysteries in archaeology
just another pig in the sky

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anger, annoyance
something that can’t be healthy
be better now
the paradox of lost civilizations
fade to nothing
the tragedy of knowing the ending
who wins and who loses
what was left behind
a strange, and uncertain beauty

Band-Aid Warrior
call down the stars and the sky
not futuristic enough
clocks, leading to pipes
a primordial sea of time
the rain and the smell of the rain
pixel people
coyotes howling in the desert
what eternity feels like

feelings of wrath
the end is the end
the heartbroken
fangs and claws
still just as lonely
Evolved to extinction
garbage, regurgitated robot speech
hindsight is culture
the fulcrum of technology

clocks, leading into the internet
when it rains, history is changing
inside a time vent
a civilization that was great too
run-down castles, and ramparts
poke holes in history
Indo-European sky realm
leaving the space colony
the world before

it’s now an open question and a race
AIs and their creators
orchestra of the rain
a hollow strategy

Please do not repost without my permission, but you can support my poetry here! Originally written 8/14/20. Copyright, All Rights Reserved.