Life In Pursuit

six warm hawking spots, 

proof there was a before, spew out radiation.

corpses of black holes spin from the before. 

we are in search of signs from a previous aeon.

here...

digital footprints of a mob incited to riot by the worst president in history

unleash permabans in other cyclical patterns.

by tomorrow at nine my time, 

pacific time, the football will change hands.

behind columns of secrecy, the biscuit of bad plans

tossed around in its Zero Halliburton one, two, three,

covered in leather, will be chained to a new man. 

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at high noon the transfer is physical, post-inauguration,

post-swearing-in. one man with the button, 

the emergency satchel, celebration with this new administration,

does not have me feeling safe again.

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everyone has been counting down to the exit.

there are no more thoughts or prayers to give.

fear is lifting in some semblance of humanism,

some return of morality. let the deprogramming begin!

here...

hearts and heads are heavy, the queen of divine femininity 

—mother earth, is mad as red and pleading,

‘someone, anyone, break this dangerous pattern’.

earth inhales and wobbles, it is palpable. I, for one, want to know more.

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and now, struggles in changing winds and warming waters

with the threat of the launch of the false winters of nuclear devastation.

a simple human error could create a dire catastrophe.

planet scale, the most ludicrous of threats to humanity is humanity.

here,

our universe is expanding and over the next googol years 

black holes will start glowing in the night sky. life in pursuit

of knowledge is one pentimento, one alteration, one overlay

on top of another until we become the phantom.

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and now, full engagement in diplomacy is long overdue. 

in this current state of dismal relations, useless tit for tat nuclear arms race, 

dialog is not a reward or exercise of naivete, it is imperative for survival of our species! 

Talk now for proof of a future...life in pursuit.