Looking at the world a little differently
Hey Intrepid Creative!
Today I get a little surreal. But first, as I promised, I use “cyanobacteria” in a haiku.
Instead of a micro-essay, I’m leaving you with another poem.
Note From the Damasscas System
Don’t tell Mom and Dad,
I was baptized in the eye of the Dragon Nebula
and drank the sacred interstellar wine.
Afterward, I uttered heresies, and the whole host of heaven
laughed as they cast me out.
A transfigured testament to the indifference of the angels,
I drifted into the deep dark of the cosmos.
My soul was shredded by a gravity well
and my ambition stripped off by a wandering planet
who also took my wallet.
Goldfish aren’t immortal, but six years is an eternity.
I tried existing outside of the bounds of time, but
nobody cared to hear my melancholy tale.
It’s only half finished anyway.
How long can you live without ambition or a soul?
Dark isn’t infinite.
One prick of light sends it scampering into
the unknowable cupboards of the Universe.
I found a flashlight in my front pocket.
The wandering planet must have missed it.
I miss the nebula, but I can’t give up my heresies.
The cost of the return ticket is too much—
going to ride to the end of the line this time.
Not well acquainted with success, but
intimately familiar with failure.
I don’t miss my ambition, but a wallet
and a soul would be nice right now.
Be the weird you want see in the world!
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