.
Crash.
The car,
the countenance,
and the stock market.
Just ride that fucker in.
Don’t wait for gravity
to do it for you.
Why?
Because it’s all going down.
Time dips into a spiral
as our galaxy rides
the toilet bowl
of an event horizon.
You gotta crash down.
Break yourself
into your constituent pieces
and understand your quantum self.
Shatter smash
your consciousness
until neither time,
nor gravity have a hold.
Reconstitute ad infinitum.
Right?
Ride the reincarnation
Merry-go-round,
catching the high breakers of existence
like a California summer.
There has never been
a better time
to be smashed to bits.
Hadron Collider vibes.
No reason for tomorrow,
when we can
obliterate today.
CRACK!
Sinking the eight ball
right off the break.
Winner, winner.
Apocalypse dinner.
Y’all come down
to that subatomic level
and bear your teeth
in the same smiling rictus
as an Egyptian pharaoh mummy.
Glad you came by.
Blow the doors off.
No more barriers to entry.
Entropy
is the only law
that we enforce
in this little slice
of reality.
Crash.
Watch the buildings fall.
Godzilla children’s toys
and the inevitable fate
of every Lego airplane.
Will there be anyone
to pick up the pieces?
If a whole dimension
of reality collapses,
does it make a sound?
Does it matter?
From our lips
to God’s ears.
The parabola
comes back to ground.
Rocket man,
sky pilot,
screaming in exaltation,
that the end,
is just a beginning
and matter
cannot be destroyed.
Crash.
HG – 2022
