In Portland, Oregon somewhere at some point in time
we found a home for ourselves.
It was not a home in a place,
but the first home to ever exist in Time.
We ran through the streets.
We sat on a beach. We fingered each other.
We ate birthday cake and exchanged our body fluids.
We flung wars to the Earth,
and wars to the mountains and the seas,
the wars ended up drifting off into eternity.
We saw the cities of the future
and lived in them in these days,
the people who are made of the ocean
and the unimagined technologies of light,
you and I,
the players of time,
the mechanics of cellular overloads,
the owners of whatever we should be,
the oligarch destroyers.
Inventius! and Realizer!,
conscripts for the Holy War Of Time.
– Poetry by Wes tewkMehrtin