If it were left to me,
my body would depart
from matter, and everything
kinetic and static in between
would be meaningless, temporal.
My nerves would make love
to the tide, cradled in the ocean,
as the moon gently rocked us.
I would be an embassador
to the core of the earth.
Fire would be nothing to me
but a diplomatic ally, as
we danced under meteors
and fossils of dinosaurs.
If it were left to me,
the intersection between
them and us would not
be a battleground,
where heroes are praised
for dirty tricks and tactics.
Statues wouldn't stand in vain,
sobbing for the culture lost
in Hollywood lifelessness.
My wishes would come true
And my dreams would bloom
...whytt*06
[[needs stronger ending, I know]]
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