Let me take you back
Over ***-holed tracks
To present day nostalgia;
When six feet away meant a grave,
And not a rule of order.

Let me take you back
Through ***** air,
When smog and soot were normal;
We didn't attend strange masquerades,
Breathing wasn't formal.

Let me take you back
Down the spiral stairs,
When holding rails
Was common.

Would you,
Go back,
To that Brave Old World,
Where we have the poor,
Wars are raging,
The environment's in peril,
With despots engaging.
Hoarders cheat,
Ice-caps retreat,
Animals compete
With billions at the table.
Oceans over-heating,
Egos are defeating
The food chains of our world.
Forests burn bright,
Crops rot from blight,
None treat us right.
And a hundred thousand unsolved queries,
Compounded by some glorious leader.

Let's not go back,
Take small steps onward
Into our Brave Newer World,
That compels us forward.

Timeworn,
"she was weeping, banally, in the moonlight"

We, in some strange power’s employ, move on a rigorous line

Our thoughts broadcast in reverse of linear time

Laying down fresh electric cable so our minds can again spin webs and half-eaten threads

To stand ready for launch from
Cape Canaveral

Young astronauts, and cultural fallout, spun in exhilarating swirl of places and vividly half-described incidents

Experiments explored in zero gravity

Starlight, starbright
first time I apogee tonight

Impaled upon the high temples of Min
flowered in the sun

A collective come undone

Circumferencing quicksand
as worlds tilting badly off-center

In the death ovens  
they go spiraling down into driftglass

Is
The Dream our Self
Has entertained for
Eons..brought on by
Beliefs in separation..
Our  inevitable fall..
Thus..
Our Self remains asleep
As separation maintains
Its persistent persuasion..
Oppositions play..
Yet..
We are treated in moments
Waking as I Am..
Yet..
We sink soon
Resuming the fall...
Our Fallen Dream...
Yet..
Are there not signs
In these stressed times
Of a new Morning...?

In the temple's corridor,

I see how a red light flashes,

And covers all over;



Its luminosity distillates a fragrance,

Resembling

A marble god's advent,



And the shadow projected on the floor

Shows

His fulfilled prophecy,

Which is written on air and warmth;



Like a flesh-and-blood spirit that walks

On silver crowns and purple orchids;



My hand is able to grasp a sword of His,

And slash the ether,

To make the sun scream.

In a different universe,
Maybe maybes may be.

But we let go.
And now, we'll never know.