Measure the universe

with my mind

A scale too

Delicate for drifters

Stop to watch it

Burst and bubble

Dark matter

Dark energy

Dance

As it was

As it shall be

Form from void

Aleph and onward

Death

brings with it

breeze

a white dove

a lone feather

upon shroud

soft and still

Life

brings with it

vicious wind

a tight fist

a marble stone

against Ravens

gut the wrench

of roadkill

Murderous nevermore

As a name it is given

cursive with invisible ink

in simple secrets and

Simplicities of five.

Know five and you shall know

the weight of fire and snow.

X

In all of its Beautiful resistance.

I am building my burial place

among black lava rocks

under the mouth of sisters

Stone by Stone

I will sit

legs crossed

a mummified monk

Feel my mouth

glue shut

with sand

tongue turn to coal

last hair of life

pulled carefully

from burning land

place my past into a

sacrificial bowl

of milk and blood

until the gentle

wind defeats me.

I have forgotten how to find you

the place you have become has lost

its center of gravity

Mind over matter guides my memory

to try and meet you half way

A naked frame out of focus

as we spin around one another

creating nothing but an atom bomb

The people walk by the window

It is summer and the flowers bloom

Time to run free

To find short term lovers

A young man finds beauty

And he steals it

Only in summer he uses it

Plucks it from its bed

She laughs and says he's the one

But then one day he's gone

And the seasons change

On April 15, 1865 John Wilkes Booth draws a pistol. He points it at the back of President Abraham Lincoln's head. 

A ghostly white butterfly flaps through the theater, lands on his pistol. 

He pauses... turns his head in bewilderment... 

There's no telling where the butterfly came from, or the chain of events that led to this butterfly, landing on this gun, at this time...

A Secret Service agent spots him, shoots several times, twice in the head. Lincoln walks from the assassination attempt unscathed.

The universe shifts to something parallel...

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1946. Space.

The U.S.A. sends the first man to the moon with the help of their Russian comrades.

1958. The Great War begins...

Axis (China, India, Korea, Italy, Spain) take on Allies (Japan, England, Germany, France, Russia, and the U.S.A.)

1964. The Great War ends.

Quarter of the world dies off. Barely any young men left on the planet. Allies wins.

1982. Information Age.

Global prosperity. Each country(286) holds onto a nuclear missile as a token of peace.

1993. The Social Divide.

Automation stacks the majority of the world's wealth to the top 1%. People suffer. A global base income is established which alleviates unemployment strains. 

2011.  The League of Nations.

The L.N. is born, every major country on the planet joins. Worldwide nuclear disarmament is initiated.

2025. The Age of Oppression.

The L.N. is corrupt and abusive. Widespread surveillance and restriction of freedoms.

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The President of the L.N. watches a holo-play in Central Park. The holographic actor's blue glow wraps around the trees, audience's attentive faces...

The play is called "Our American Brother" and the President's theater box hovers over the commoners below.

On the skyline behind him, a figure floats silently through the air with the aid of a grav pack. He pulls a large revolver, draws down on the President from above. 

A ghostly white butterfly flaps through the air... the President smiles, sticks out his finger and it lands on it.

"Ever thus to tyrants." The assassin whispers to himself, pulls the trigger.

Blue light tears through the back of the Presidents head. His agents turn and fire round after round into the assassin. 

The grav pack is hit, his body drifts downward in a gentle spiral...

the commoners below watch him fall slowly towards them.

Blood drips down on them as they gather round. There's a silence, a respect; he's killed their oppressor. They catch him, hold him before he touches Earth.

They watch him die in their hands... he fades away smiling.

Enough is never enough

When does it end

If nothing satisfies then what is it for

What is the point of it all

To search for that feeling again

It's a lie

It was always a lie

Numb from the inside out

Emptied of all that was sacred

Stripped of the thrill

It needs to end

Nothing will quench this

It is broken

It always has been

Perhaps dulled for a time

Covering herself from the misty cold,

With a cloak of feathers she has.

Standing unwavering amidst the wind,

as she sends off her 

kin.

A look of sadness fills her eyes,

Yet filled with determination as well.

Fortitude

is courage in the face of trouble.

Go,

go and

come back.

I'll keep waiting for you,

till

forever. 

She stands in front of gates,

With a lantern and key in hand.

Where the gates lead,

She does not know

but with her decision,

her feet solidly stand.

She does not waver,

In the face of uncertainty,

She will face whatever comes,

Whatever it may be.

That’s the decision all children have to make

when they stand at the crossroads of the future.