poetomachia

I love waves
I love photons
And I love curvy things
Like space
The globe
And You

A bright light doesn’t apologize for the shadows

It doesn’t give us value or virtue
It only logs the mistakes we make along the way
Pulling us through this concrete pipe obstacle course
As we try to stand out like a pageant winner
Or go through the motions to satisfy mom

Keeping us all wishing for freefall
And a soft landing
Making some of us forsake all else
Keeping others dutiful
As others rebel
For a while

Dammit!
The system is in feedback
The system equilibrates
The system lies
But never for long

We stand like wash on a line
We are folded
We are stored
We are held in reserve

For a time

They keep me baited
And switch-ed
By their panscreen
Jag

They keep me heating
Metabolizing
My human form
Ignited
For now
A bond

Maturing then replaced
They have a statement
For themselves
On punch card
For breakfast.

In ¾ time

They only issued us one moon
Pulled on a string
Etching a perfect circle for physics class.
Waning from one to half to none
Waxing the same fractions back

Giving lovers something to look at
Together
Like a sleek cat on the beach

Pulling back
Calling for colonists
A hotbed for robots
A launching pad for stepping out

They only issued us one
But there is so much room for more
Many colored satellites
Lighting up the sky at night

But they only issued one
To Rule the night

Don’t put honey in my
Beer, my
Bread, or my
Butter

I am ready for the cold, hard truth that my
Beer is bitter, my
Bread is basic, and my
Butter is creamy, not sweet

A thousand miles of dirt
And mindless crushing pressure

A perch of polished rock
A vantage point for beauty

An ambush field of monsters
From shore to horizon

A refreshing playground
A place to laugh with friends

A nagging decline
A chance to enjoy

Too terrible to comprehend
Too glorious to take it all in

If we must contend
I will defeat you
For my capacity for disappointment
Is immense

I’ve got forty minutes of freedom!
Bound to the chair
Forty minutes of Freedom
Brain wracking
Key clacking
Card stacking
Freedom

(MattWricks and Sunsun)

Roam
World Over
Roam

Nome
A Place to begin
Going down the parallel lines
I find control inside a boundary
Break away
Forge my foundry

The end of all things
Is in my grasp
I renounce the past
And pull the cord
On the present machine

There is no end
That is the lesson
Only respite
And recharging
Humility
Discard
And Attack