Dinner by candlelight
underneath the stairs, down
in the bomb shelter,
dancing to love, peace, and paranoia.
An evening called quiet
resentment, where there's
canned goods and children's games,
Duck & Cover,
or if you prefer,
Heimlich Maneuver.
Then little sleepy heads
go gently into their bunkered beds.
They might not outlive
the threat, but
the plan has a half-life of a chance.

In a moment too small to measure
  my world was reinvented. I moved
  among a universe, not planet earth.
  Physical didn't matter, it was Sense!

  There were no clocks, no walls, no people.
  Thought was bigger than I'd ever known.
  I was floating in absolute, ironclad peace.
  Nothing and Everything are the same here.

  No pharmacies, no need for doctors or nurses.
  Anxiety is a quaint notion from long ago.
  We exist in absolute moments. Forget space.
  I am forever God's eye of indifference.