Switch to blue skies

We’re buried,

Sullied

Into faint smiles

Culprits

Trite similes

Clouds like chords

In linear blame

Innocence is a melody

Evil to try and remember

Could it possibly be love-

I second guess, though.

Long ago, caressing the tremulous canopy

Playing that game

Against the candor

Entertainment authentic

When life was a whisper.

When, we built the skyscraper

Babilon

Also Athens

But also Sparta

And now more, we made doom scrolling,

Memeification.

Common sense- AI domain

My superstition is:

To ignore nature, senseless.

A life of silver leaf buds

On the mountain beeches

Prying open the widows of my soul

Fucking my skull.

I do look around,

There’s no sign of communion

All is ailment – I’m the only user, it seems

Of basic introspection

Amidst the relentless flow

Hidden, alive and well

-or recovering

Like mammals vs. dinosaurs

But lurking in the contradictory forest of today

Tight knit, grassroots made for strangling, trampling.

Can we retain the delicate perfume

While hoping for the meteor

Up against the worst possible malice

Memory printed,

Modeled with the jet black refraction

A sensual transposition

Your hair- no music

I hold it in, restrained

No need for measuring stick

Quantization

Our aim is to protect the commitment

A blade of grass at the time

Against the blinding silence.

Not unsolicited mail

Not proselytizing rhetoric.

We never really, fully

love our neighbors

And even after their forced eviction,

Difficult.

Hurdle that rock as far as you can

No skipping stones

Micro drones blast your third eye

Tear drops to melt sunshine

Safety nets over life’s autumn

Displaced detonation device.

Try my patience

Like it was milk

Sitting in the fridge

Waiting for a pick up

Deserving the bin

And keep pushing the eggregore

Give yourself to the oracle

Ideas with a life of their own

Used to be IDEALS

Take the capital risk of being eaten alive

Are you prepared?

When you jump – no bungee

Just wings to lasting marvel

What brings you down is vertigo

Not gravity

The exquisite act

Of selling your soul

At a crossroads of the data center and the titty bar

At the fringe of desolation

God bless the poplars

Automatic glimpse into all that we are

Into life’s shimmer