Jay Alejo Writes

at the turn of the world

error value returned

burn the earth of your birth

and put it inert in an urn

the wholesome dare you to learn

follow the merit you earn

embark hastily on a voyage

cross the horizon into the sun

spun like gossamer threads

baked into your meat and your bread

injected chunk by chunk in your head

and emblazoned there on your crest

which you wear on your chest

and you can see where it led

to an ending so poignant

that it made you stop where you tread

envision just where we are

neath the shimmering stars

simmering boiling with power

swimming with all of the sharks

after all they reside in these parts

and they can smell in the dark

can they sense your opus?

or does the ocean extinguish the spark

avoiding momentary catastrophe

engaging with a proxy of what actually

exists nondually surpassing mathematically

as the light filters dappling

through the trees and the saplings

todays modern dinosaurs hatching free

to become the anointed

and resume the pointless gunpoint shopping spree