Forging On
Keep forging on
as your steps permit.
Keep your eyes fixed
on your destination.
The left eye will not falter.
The left eye will not falter.
The left eye will not falter.
The longitudinal
and parallel lines
will transverse as you weep.
Bite the bullet
casually out of thin air.
Terrible realities
seek to destroy everything.
Keep forging onward.
Permit no obstacles to slow your pace.
The Future
I will spend my day
under the rain
where every drop
will tell me my future.
In the downpour
the rain will provide me
with the sound of
a door closing.
I will smile
under water
as the sky drops.
The future is now.
I will gaze
into the flood.
I will forget how to swim.
In no man’s land
I will become a fish.
Books will be written
about me. I will become
a myth. I will hide.
I will die
and one day
the flood will dry out.
Rain will not fall for years.
It will go away.
The earth will crack.
One day even
the sand will disappear.
Without Days or Nights
Without days or nights
what kind of world will there be?
Will the big stars fall
to earth permanently?
Their dying light will
be buried deep in the soft soil.
No more screams from flesh
wounds and no more screams
from any country, but a deep
murmur from flowing blood
that had their chance to save
the world that went bitter
as the dark slime of humanity
murdered night and its stars,
left the world sleeping, trembling
in one permanent dream, leaving
every square root of space in shade.
There was no word for night or for
day. There was no whispering nor
the sound of breaking waves.
There was no ear left to hear
one single drop of rain. Nothing
could grow in what remained
of earth. The stars would not rise
into the night which no longer existed.
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