Who was it said?
"who was it said"
and when was it said
do you know?

Questions have been raised
since the days when days
were counted in Moons,
monsoons ago.

You might know who I am,
a trier?
take a rain check
I'm a train wreck

I know who I am.

But who was L.B.J ?
and where was he when
the flags burned that day ?

Turning away because we
subconsciously do it
don't want to see it
or
hear it,
we fear it

a natural response
a human resource.

Another walkabout around the roundabout
to end up in the place I began

you might know who I am,

I am a universe in the mind of
each man
a star cluster
a storm chaser that races through
rain clouds

a train wreck of a man on a stretcher
stretching his neck to see
beyond the beyond.

Broken vessel,
Stalwart beauty
A work of art
Standing alone and bereft

How many voyages
Has she failed to complete?
Starting off so strong,
Only to taste defeat?

Young bright thing
With inexplicable rust
Something broken,
Something bad
A faulty error, a fatal bust

Salt water tears,
So bittersweet
Knowing her cargo
She cannot keep

Turning back for shore
On her final try
Fighting her hardest
Not to cry

Broken stars twist themselves against the hues of the ashen sky.
Dismantled and deformed, they crudely frame the pallor of the moon,
glinting with a graceless shine,
Burning with a blunted light,
They dance.
Romancing within the hour of dusk,
They fade,
With the sun's kiss to
The night.

You are my moonlight,
the darker that my life gets,
the brighter you shine.

Thus, humanity comes to an end
not with a whimper or a bang
but with heads held down
by the gravity of digital devices.
Strangers dissolve.
Flashing screens absolve us
of the need to meet.
The outside shades
of orange, purple,
white, and gray
fade away.
Humans disassociate.
Conversation evaporates
to be replaced by a stenography
texting quality
paired with a variety of emojis.
Years of evolution
Are discarded within the span
of a few generations.