If it were left to me,

my body would depart

from matter, and everything

kinetic and static in between

would be meaningless, temporal.

My nerves would make love

to the tide, cradled in the ocean,

as the moon gently rocked us.

I would be an embassador

to the core of the earth.

Fire would be nothing to me

but a diplomatic ally, as

we danced under meteors

and fossils of dinosaurs.



If it were left to me,

the intersection between

them and us would not

be a battleground,

where heroes are praised

for dirty tricks and tactics.

Statues wouldn't stand in vain,

sobbing for the culture lost

in Hollywood lifelessness.



My wishes would come true
And my dreams would bloom


...whytt*06

[[needs stronger ending, I know]]