where would i want to be in a hundred years
i think maybe at one of Papa’s parties
in Cuba perhaps with palm trees swinging in the wind
leading a revolutionary life meaning just being me
maybe setting the palm tree tops on fire with a million fireflies
how far would i be out into the timeline that strings us on forever
i’d imagine that the Pi would taste like minty limes and the Alpha would feel like velvet
the Omega would be the scent of gunpowder apocalyptic ripples left shivering to the breeze
eternally in the darkness of the light
poking through the magma of the times
my dark soul shaped like cracks and bothersome little rocks
little carbon teeth and my lips would be a couple of twigs
swooped up by momma crows to weave the nest for fuzzy babies
that will grow up and flyaway my twiggy ashes
i will not sink but float out into the ether above those Cuban skies
where i then will witness the incandescent fireflies flitting atop the palm trees
and like ash i too will inevitably float to join neutrinos helium and dust
This is beautiful!
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thank you friend xo
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