Is it inevitable to find
we are all prisoners,
stuck in a world of not knowing
while growing into who knows what,
living for what?
Who knows what?

Shackled to this reality
and the cruelest joke,
we’ll never know
if our lives meant anything.

Even after death,
we may just be ashes.

You’re among a few billion
A few who can write a poem
And here I worry about the next word
The next pixelated ligament reaching your eyeball

You’re a shard from the world gem
A blazing reflection of a pinpoint of light
A resonant beauty scanning a screen
And here we are dancing as one

It’s a realization worth noting
Let’s flicker together
Let’s push, let’s pull
Let’s share screens

Thousands of missives per day
A denial of life attack
A sustained black mirror event
And we’re the target bent;
Bent to their will
Taking a pill
To chill
Our will
To break free
To stop bending the knee
To stop sacrificing our souls to the false dark tech gods.

Blue ocean light,
dancing in the purple moonlight.
Waves drift.
Two seconds to midnight.
Waves drift.

Drifting to an island shore.
Two rays of glowing beauty.
Rising up to cast off the shoreline.
Through the whispering trees.

Who knew the universe?
Who knew it was she?
Who opened the door
to yet another universe
and set us free to be.

~7 Billion people
Teeming like a forest floor
It’s breathtaking
Like Endor

The first time
I saw her face
I said; I’m a believer!
I’m out of my my mind!

Then I saw her face
Planet Earth; she smiled
I smiled back
It blew my mind