Death Socks

 No idea where this is going,
But it's been awhile,
So here goes...
Wandering through
Urban wastelands...
Gathering supplies...
Generally avoiding entanglements...
Humans can't be trusted...
I scan the local stories
To see them
Tearing each other to shreds...
I see it,
And I know it is in their nature...
I see it,
And I'm tired of being a part of it...
I feel it,
And I'm fatigued
By its constance...
A landscape
Carved by erosion...
Sculpted by decay
Like spongiform encephalitis...
Coral waving in the depths
Of the sea...
Bacterial mats
Rolling like sand dunes
Over the bodies
Of trillions of former lives...
The sand beneath your feet
Used to be encased in protoplasm...
Heavy feet
Crushing piles of skeletons...
Random weathered bones...
Golden in the sunset,
Transparent at night...
Everything runs in cycles
Like an unbalanced tire,
But the center never holds...
The vibration and hum
Loosens nuts and bolts...
Rattles teeth
From their sockets...
But you don't think
You can feel it,
Even though
It is the reason 
You can feel at all...
Positive charge and negative charge
Annihilating each other
All day, every day...
Creation and destruction
Are all one...
Duality is the illusion
That makes communication
Appear to be a necessity...
Love/hate, life/death, good/bad,...
Everything is the same thing...
Difference
Is illusion...
Nothing is real...
Per se...

An Xmas Story

 Ash snowflakes falling...
Moscow streets paved in glass...
Long winter to come...
Long silence after bluster and bravado...
Turnip shaped spires just a memory...
Internet documentation of Ozymandias' works wiped by EMP...
Natural selection in organic life shapes the face of the planet's surface,
With or without mankind...
A song lyric,
"If the world were ending,
You'd come over, right?"
It is constantly dying,
And being reborn...
As above, so below...
Tiny wormholes in every single atom...
Time sliding backwards, and forwards,
And in every other direction...
Every one point progression around the circumference changes
What you think you see at the center...
Everything is nothing,
And nothing is everything...
Add it all up to complete the circuit with a null charge...
The was no Big Bang to start the process...
The process never really started...
Simply something we think we can see
Just like God is something some think they can feel...
Just fever dreams dreaming themselves a fractal home...
A flurry of thoughts imagining this space...
A comforting lie for consciousness
Wondering why it exists...