Isolation

I was dead and knew nothing
I had simplicity

But no one ever expects
The event horizon of life
A kind of recording
Even though it’s sped up
And sped up
It retains its legibility
Even when it can’t be understood

My simplicity has been replaced
By suspicion

Just like everyone come before me
Short lived correlating computers
Assigning thunder to gods
Truth to beauty

There are deep oceans on Europa
Under and icy shell
Our sun isn’t even a rumor
Tiny lifeforms crowd volcanic vents
Eating and breeding
In the dark
Blissfully unaware of happiness

This isn’t hopelessness in the mirror
We’re all statues
Chipped away into present form
By loss
Remembering what remains
Regretting lost shards

I visit myself when I sleep
Other possibilities

Some kind of junky
I crave their endings
Desperate just once
To guide their eyes to the mirror
Before the atom bomb detonates
Hoping we’ll recognize
Each other.

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a poet from Seattle Washington USA. His poetry has appeared in print in publications such as Bellowing Ark, Point Nopoint, and most recently in Contraposition magazine. When not writing poetry he is a Human Resources professional, a repentant glutton, and a novelist specializing in the weird-fiction genre.
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J.rid
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I truly hope so to that we may see the destructive path we take.
I truly enjoyed reading the end of the big bang it came with one
and no doubts will go with ond sadly.

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