Illusory Free Will Overdrive

I.

I can lift these eyes

into the blueness of

the thin atmospheric curtain

that surrounds us,

for I am a shipbuilder

trapped inside the bottle of time.

 

I can coat my mind

with the armor of positivity

yet things that have tended

to emerge pupae-like from their

cocoon of indifference still darken

the ancient skies with the breezy tremors

of anxious butterflies.

 

I am nowhere

and everywhere

at the same time.

 

As thunder cracks the hull

of my tilting memory ship

threads of lightning explode

into a trillion scattered fragments

of oblivion.

 

II.

Things that have tended

to emerge pupae-like from their

cocoon of indifference still darken

the ancient skies with the breezy tremors

of anxious butterflies.

 

We are nowhere

and everywhere

at the same time.

 

Yet we can lift our eyes

into the blueness of

the thin atmospheric curtain

that surrounds us:

for we are shipbuilders,

trapped inside the bottle of time.

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