Authored: November 8, 2020

Empty streets, the wind is alone
Futile breaths stain the walls
A smile begotten, a forgone thought
On a tomb planet, the mourning of Earth commenced
So much ground tainted with red blood
Flesh decomposing as skull's eyes peer out with abandon.

The smell of death in the air
Nothing is left of humanity but a memory
And so many skeletons
But who is left to tabulate the fate of humanity?

A final memory within the last dream
A flash of my fingers tracing soft supple skin
Contours across bone, I feel.
The Borealis dances across star-filled skies.

In the ground, memories
In the sky, a dream
In between, a concept.

In between tangled thoughts of trillions of memories
They dance in the camouflage
The imperfect ends....

A fleeting memory
Courses through manifolds
Are you ready?