the october rose is wistful and reticent
our defenses dense like sediment and sentences
love descends like a fog
and we begin as quickly to depart
our dialogue takes many turns
from staunch to raunchy in a few minutes
there is no need to be concerned
its only in our heads
our needs no longer mean anything
love is lost in forms
amidst the storms of anger and rage
imprisoning our souls
dinosaur bones roam the earth
i went out in search of chrysanthemums
and instead i found you lying on the ground
making a pillow out of superconductive fungi
to test your theories of interconnectivity
what transpired cannot be spoken about
all my doubts vanished and the words that were spoken
resounded for days in my being
as if they echoed from within some part of me
that had always longed to hear them

The possibilities, impossible to be seen in one life.
Will I live to see beyond our worlds pain and strife?
As the key to existential ascension begins to inflate,
My mind sinks deep into a superconductive state.

I believe in life, one which god did not create.
I believe in time and space, and the universe's fate.
Beyond our planet, billions of miles away,
Live similar beings asking the same questions each day.

Chaos and complexity is quite a beautiful thing,
The future determined by the flutter of a wing.
Floating through turbulent space in a living vessel,
In the womb of the universe we comfortably nestle.

A flash in the pan and a speck of dust,
We live for tomorrow, because we must.
But why? A question that lies forever in time.
All we can do is benefit and continue the future of mankind.