Finity's One / Eternity's Coin

by  shaun lawton  

Imagine being just a fraction of nothing 

 Develop a mental image of the total cost

forming itself over an elongated sloughing 

 from the dust of stars we've been tossed 

Try to get a sense of it our recent lives 

  stretched as they appear intertwined 

 Toss a coin up before your own eyes  

   And see it fall back down in time 

Heads we're born again and tails 

  We're torn from our primordial rest

 to face another twisted track of rails 

  striving once again to pass this test 

One dash Zero dash Zero dash One 

 If occasion desires we cry out for help 

 Otherwise fuel the fires we've just begun 

  Try harder this time to do better our self  

 

distant scars

 by  shaun   lawton 

Galaxies  may be just  echoes

 of wounds  faintly visible still up

on  outer  onion skin  layers  of

 a time  long gone  to us now caught

 in  the process  of having  been 

  ever  so  gradually   reknitting 

 from  the  legendary  aftermath 

 of  accidental  conflicts and battles

 almost,  but  not quite   healed

 

QUANTUM COMPUTER

in order to store 
information after 

all's said and done).

Decentralized
Processing 
Units consist of our

a)universe b)galaxies 
c)solar systems d)exo
planets e)brains. 

Choose wisely 
or the computer 
ends up using you.

(We already built 
it in the future 
in the first place 
 

STARING BACK

 It was a scoured day: 

Windfall, crisp 

  with a polarized glare 

 to the sunset.

The scoop of blue radiated

  around the horizon  bleeding

 from indigo 

into orange-black

 as the stars 

winked open

   one by 

  one

TO THE FALLEN, WE SING

 

   for Greg... 

 Of thread, cordage and umber

our patchwork armor is grown and shed

 Woven from strands long gone under

cross bonded with others locked arm in hand

 Who must yearn to remember 

the old adventures in which they bled

 Walking through darkness in thunder

also haunted by brothers lost to the land

 This conflict, universal

conscripted or drafted in the end

 Either to serve or to plunder

the long ago promise of a reprimand

 A soldier's song will be sung

and always remembered by a friend

 When it has torn you asunder

captured in the drum beat of a marching band...