the apocalyptic troll has assumed his usual outpost
at the end of dream lane.
each traveler is blessed with abundance, seen or unseen.
and this drama, masquerading
as reality, is a thread to be
(always returning to the butter sky, this cycle
scientifically repeats ad-infinitum)
one must consider what
cannot be disputed.
(four and a half billion is a significant number)
so who are you to trash quantum physics?
(parallel universes. string theory.)
where is your ice age?
who is your God?
silence is not an option now, as we tick
into some new rendering.
welcome to the razor lip
(sharpest edge yet into what will be)
the very dawn,
space and time recast.