When you live outside space and time
History and the future exist within a bubble —
A repository — from there you get to pick a single moment
Grip the remote and press “resume”
Easy to do when you already know how it concludes.
Once we’re born, we start dying.
My role as a poet is to make sure you enjoy the trip;
And if I do it exceptionally well
You may even start looking forward to it.
Death is the limitation of our interpretation and understanding.
We live in the world as it watches.
Unfasten the ribbon that contains our four-dimensional reality,
The only way to open a gift without harming it;
And when you take a peek you’ll notice a mirror
You’ve always been an integral part of it.
I hung my demon and turned it into a trophy — a warning.
Each moment I wake, I become newly discovered.
Shiny object syndrome, for unrepresented spirits,
The new kid on the block in the realm of darkness and light.
Altered Carbon how they want me as their sleeve.
Desire is mimetic, but I warn people to avoid trying to mirror mine
I carry enough soul to possess all parts of the trolley problem.
Skeptics doubt miracles, all the while looking past the irony of being alive.
Our universe has always been the best embodiment of every genre
From romance to comedy.
To oligarchy power motives and drunk dial confessions;
Even those that curse the world for not being fair and failing to meet our expectations
And here I am …
Just glad to be here.
– O.D. ©2022
Art by: Vetyr