neon-green skin
steely cold chin
x-breed terror creatures
a strong and ancient kin...









they are here to win

All great creative storytellers know,
As you do, Adams, Asimov, and Wells,
The time machine was built so long ago

Expression chassis, tonal power cells,
The primary engine, sending us with word,
As you do, Adams, Asimov, and Wells

The second engine, flashback, and a third
—portend, exhausts each piston-fired clue,
The primary engine, sending us with word

The epoch steering, future or review,
Remember back, or forward fantasy
Portend exhausts each piston-fired clue

Captain Imagine, Wingman Memory,
With engines run on image, tone, and phrase,
Remember back, or forward fantasy

Like Atwood, Pratchett, Liu, and Philip K,
All great creative storytellers know,
With engines run on image, tone, and phrase,  
The time machine was built so long ago

I am a dual state particle wave
waiting to collapse my function

I am a high frequency gamma ray,
decayed nucleus penetrates all direction

I am a forlorn quasar
swallowing matter to create worlds

Once you begin to see me,
reality unfurls.

Intimacy falls
flat on her face against hard
concrete. Window-pain

of the soul opened.
She leapt out-- into mid-air--
Smashing-- abstracted.

Is she alive? No
one caught her. Vulnerable
to asphalt - turned down.

Nothing new under the sun?
Earth spins, seasons change.
We, too, can shift our Presence.
Quantumnal Equinox,
Aurora Corporealis.

Terra, Luna, Sol,
Astra, Zeno's, Gravitas.
Quantumnal Equinox,
Aurora Corporealis.

Vernalgo Ostara Solstem,
Rubra Verdi Viola,
Esse Iam; Sum Es Sumus,
Vernunc Corporealis.

Earth spins, seasons change.
We, too, can shift our Presence.
Quantumnal Equinox,
Aurora Corporealis.

I am a drop of entropy
- a globule in freefall.
Entropy collecting inwardly,
anti-mergently crashing inward
into nothingness
towards eternity.

Justice hikes her skirt
to swing ox-bowed legs
onto the gallow plank.
Eyes wide open, covered
not with a blindfold, but
a bag over her head-
hands-bound and weightless.
The bottom drops out.

Patron of all my Saints,
Cosīn to my sīn,
Right angled with angels.
St. Michael--tell me where to go.
I love you like Songs of Song---
Felt all of your love play with the entropy of existence---
Entangled---
Ecclesiastic: turn, turn, turn.
Time—entropied away.