A tale that must be told
Singular in strangeness
Time to unpack it all now that I’m a patient
Declared legally insane
Strange as Webster’s Vertical Plane
Such audacious conflations of credulity all in one place, at such pace,
A mind wearing such weights droops, hides its face like the plate-touching chin of blameless Gorgythion.
Neither the pipe-drum dances of ancient factions nor the python of medicinal Apollo could follow that venom through the blood
Grief is like a vein-strangling mud which saps the will to forge brighter tomorrows
That which strove our dawn age protozoan kin toward more, toward the shining, toward the source, eventually toward shores
Now upward into space where the human race should not go
Disgracing what elsewise might become grace
Perverting old wise races, converting peace-wayed factions to exacting warrior nations
Quarrel addicted their quarrels affix the bricks of a besieged citadel
Satellites shaped like alembics, cherryleaf-shaped gliders and phaedrus flyers from the dream lathe of Daedalus
Though antient he is ageless, he is the once and future sages
His machines are of yet unseen aeons, pages unturned ‘haps unwritten
We the unwitting in our pitiless cities sit in the heart centre of all that ever will be, and we’ll nuke it all back to nothing
Centuries of glowing rubble funneling us to the basement of the food chain
We fashion godlike armaments, harnessing energies beyond our ken
Forge terrible animate bombs with strength to rubble continents, sent via button
Arms which make this a haunted world
We create the rudiments of undoing
Corechewing drills approach a pyre-smitten, fire-smiled world womb adwindling, grim-toothed leviathan harpoons
Moon-changing terraformations
Fuel for the last extinction, it came fast like first time in ass
Mass oblivion for all mankind, alas his reign ended
His flock dead
Tending shepherd lending tears to rising oceans, covering up the crimes of creation
Sea eaten nations of Atlantis have lasted but now only plastics will see the kraken eat our sun at time’s end
Old wars spreading to new suns like prejudices from fathers to sons.
Flame halo
Night colour of nuclear payload
Sheets of trining lightning strike an airplane
Bluing porthole panes
Hostess at pains to explain dangling masks extending down on lengths of chord
Mirroring a Michael Crichton book cover.
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