AFTERBIRTH
parallel futures of heaven and hell and earthas we dreamed they would be.
there are no boundaries for anywhere called Universe,
galaxies have a way of changing places with each other.
prophesies scratched in granite -
we all have time.
rescue notes scribbled on matchbooks
and corked in a bottle -
we all want more.
cosmic, karmic grafitti: splatters of a bland and diluted message;
blatantly misspelled wisdom,
pathetic pleas to bargain and trade
whatever we've got
just to know mercy and ecstasy.
parallel futures of heaven and hell and earth
as we know them now.
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