Terraqueous

Sunday morning stirs

till late afternoon, waiting for resilience to soar.

The whispering universe keeps simulating itself into existence.

Revelation falls out of bed, I am not getting out of this bed. 

Cowhide and fur

with morning brew from the oriental on the floor,

a multidimensional crisis revolution curled up in the acanthus like never before,

bodies dance in recognition of the feast of falsehoods.

Terraqueous voyeur... 

float among the lotus and lilies clamoring for more, desiring to add U. 

Changed, utterly changed. Hunkered down, caress this moment into the splendor,

windows the golden ginkgo scatters shadows on my silks and satins. 

I cannot solve for personality!

Dominion powering democracy, what may we become?

How will we endure? Boom equations, In winter we strengthen our roots,

wading in the patterns that connect chaos so we may enter the future prepared.

Industrial fantasyland banality... 

Haywire, working the vanities of anti-mimesis, punching the red Olivetti

just for fun, my fingers trace the raised letters. Personal imperial cities fall.

Tactical arms grab and wave, He puts out his tweet, She recounts her day.

Intellectual benevolence virtuality,

be kind, protect the hive. Warmed by the fire, his hands are cold

but it is a day of equilibrium and the future is still unwritten.

Numbers climb. New eyes experience the overview. Who is invincible? 

Terraqueous! Terraqueous! 

Float between greys on dark matter, thinking is happening. 

Free yourself from the tyranny of your mind and imprisonment of your history.

A neutral observer floats above building castles in need of foundations. It is time.

Tomorrow we climb...