Hope or other

 

And I stare at the sky,

the twinkling of airplanes

soaring over my head,

memories bleed into memories,

concepts become shared dreams.

Scattered memories,

shattered illusions and mind chemistry.

Something unsaid. A word remembered.

A world seen like an opaque video screen

into somewhere lost to times bleeding seams.

 

And in those memories

I remember waking in bed,

Alien presence in the air overhead,

no airplanes. Not yet.

Visitors from another dimension and time

Somewhere closely tied to this modernity.

But from a place unaligned.

 

In a sugar high, I feel sweetness

but I taste lies, loss and enslaved lives.

In sleep deprived haze

I gaze at life and see the strain.

Clinging to the backwater of life.

I hear a voice. Illegible.

But I understand the sequence of

symbols and frequencies.

A countdown hidden

in clear sight, our plight. A

burning night. As humanity

shows its stains,  

but I feel both fight and flight.

 

Fear pulls tendons tight,  

tendrils twisting in the night.

A pain inside, the screams,

like a cat unburdened

of its nine lives.

The black knight satellite serving us

messages in the cosmic Wi-Fi.

Lately the signal lies,

in a misevent, a galactic tide.

The 6g sign of five oceans colliding,

As fortunes collapse, in a trio,

the atriums of heaven triumph

over earths lonesome swans.

The atrium of otherness

in demonic form?

When the birds no longer roost,

but fly free, to gather their hopes

in one moment of life, or a stolen hope

swooped from their beak.

A blank display over

internal video screens.

As zero moments now lay ahead.

 

The sky bursts colour.

A rainbow.

Is it hope or another?

I swear I heard

a murmur in the other.

A word to cling on to, a word,

Together.

Together.

 

A tether?

 

A tight binding

of us and them.

A message in

the sign of the swan.

A symbolic union.

Freedom. Doves

 

Love. Amongst all.

A call, unearthly,

a symbolic fall,

a crash of worlds,

a clash of words

both big and small.

 

As I stare I hear the roar of jet engines

cutting apart the air.

 

And I watch in despair

as humanity fires first.

Downfall or glory?

 

And the last hopes in our story

burst into flames

in a second of stupidity,

or was it release

from a prison

we couldn’t see.

A prison with only blue skies

and no escape from the rising seas.

 

I close my eyes and see nothing.