Christianity makes sense,
& by extension all religion,
only if seen in the context
of quantum mechanics, the
only certainty probability.

In quantum mechanics it is
assumed things exist based
on sometimes slim evidence.

A quantum event ripples
through the time-stream.

Time, a single globular
entity existing in space
like bubble tea
is independent
from space; dark matter,
or Ether, exists apart
from space.

Time is porous.
Space is likewise
globular, like
an egg yolk; time
is within space
within the Ether.

Walking through my Sanctuary
Town, Onion City, I see the boarded
up remnants of go-go bars of yore
almost on every corner. My friends
tell me it's all gone underground
& the Lingua Franca is Spanish,
which I don't speak...
So there is this underground world
of smoky pool halls, backroom
bordellos & upstairs social clubs
where stripping & prostitution
is de rigueur. I've seen these granny-
fests with my own eyes. The strippers
& ****** themselves dating back
to the decades of yore.

Visit after visit
the view never changes
The distant sound of angry waves
far behind the old wall,
still standing
The birds chirping
hiding in the old tree,
still rising
You
lay in its shadow
showering in the smell of Primrose
covered in a sheet of blue Tulips
I caress the cold grass at your feet
giving up to the old habit
I send a little prayer
for you
then I dive into the sea
this sea of innovation,
of modernity,
of madness.
No looking back
I know you'll be here, unwavering
in the graveyard

We keep begging and begging
It's our fault
We know,
we took you for granted
But you always fool us
don't you?
The truth is
you were never ours to keep
A giver,
you come
to show us the fools we are
and go
back to how it was before you.
It's our fault
Oh we know
But you're the key to everything
That's why we'll never have you
                               -Peace

It's everywhere I go :
What once leached over a dark corner
mutilated,
grew faster and stronger
A different shape everytime
yet the same core
Countless,
rot.
Like a radar
shivers climb my spine
as It gets closer
and closer
to Its prey
The strangulating reek
thicker
and thicker.
As I float farther away
from the distorted
distant sounds of the crowds
and dive into utter blackness  
I can almost taste the decay  
from Its crumbling mask
My body quietly shivers
It gowls
The beast is awaken
Starving
his loathsome breath cutting my left cheek
I feel It growing
ready to attack.
The bus halts
I shut my eyes,
resisting the sudden ray of light
that brought me back to life
freeing me from Its clasp
It crawls back to darkness
waiting for Its next victim
at the next stop.

Oh Esperanza
how I'd like to be you
Walk the path ahead of me
Fiery
Fierce
Fearless of what's to come.
But oh Esperanza
I am not you
I find myself fearful
of a path,
I have yet to take
of a choice,
I have yet to make
of a loss,
I have yet to own.
Oh tell me, Esperanza
where do you find
the courage,
the strength,
the heart to leap forward
spread your wide wings
and fly into the unknown
While I drown slowly
My chains of fears
dragging me down
into darkness I created
You, my only Esperanza
fade away from my sight
little
by
little.
Oh my Esperanza
What do I do?