You should have seen it…
It was a barrier of greatness.
World heaters would flock to co-exist with the show.
An off Broadway spectacle known as, “The Neon Phenom.”
It was the envy of the universe.
Voted Number One honeymoon destination of all time in the eon’s edition of the “Extraterrestrial Weekly”.
There was a growing “feer” from the entity of stardust origination.
The show’s vibrant colors had begun to rapidly fade and now lacked it’s previous dimension.
The inhabitants of the water rock knew not of its importance.
It was a great gift from mother nature.
The bi-product of her planetary evolution.
Quantum mechanical reflection.
Living and breathing coordinate system.
A Galactic image of space!
Or maybe it was just…
The map of coral stars for fish made of jelly
Can the earth create crust formations to communicate with life unbeknownst to us? I think it’s in your best interest to let your imagination decide this quandary. I’ve always been fascinated with idea that our planet known as earth is alive. Which it is. Is the earth encoded with the same evolutionary standard that DNA provides humans? Most likely not. I have no scientific proof that the Earth does or does not have an evolutionary standard of its own. Being a human myself I find the “thought process” of the earth quite confounding. I don’t think the earth has a consciousness because if it did we would likely already be dead. You know because certain people and or corporations do ungodly things to our beloved planet. However, I do like the concept that it might. This poem is a requiem for the Great Barrier Reef which in some scientific circles has been pronounced “DEAD”.
This poem was inspired by time relative to age. When I was younger I thought the days would never end. The nights would last forever. The older I get the shorter the season. Days feel as automated as a breathe of air. The nights vanish into sunrise.
The year was 20infinity.
The great mutation.
Tables periodically change.
Traditional rain droplets are now outlawed. (A billboard advertises the popular propaganda H2-No)
A scientist that goes by the moniker of Orville has programmed cyber kinetic forms of h2-yes into the atmospheric motherboard.
The zone known as O has run a muck.
Robots of advanced technological language set out to the mechanical sea.
There is a buttery tint in the air.
A storm of kernels is brewing.
The sound of thunder brings on
an onslaught of lightning.
The derivative; fluffy popcorn.