Remembering the Future

First, the peacocks came 
To remind me to glitch through time,
And the field they rose from 
responds faster when I don’t hide.

Strange birds on full display
for how strange the future was.
We purged our insides,
Stumbled through the park.

Watchers observed under a tree.
Dressed like zombie doctors,
covered in fake blood.

I watch the watchers back. 

I wondered who they were
what they wrote down

If they could see what I did,
As I brought order to the chaos.

Maybe they saw the field of peacocks 
That erected from the grass 
Fetching as I asked for help
For a safe place to smoke.

The future looked neon
but ancient at the same time.

I could bend 
the grid into a wave
teaching it to take shape,
binary code bends to coherence,

And love is the most coherent. 

Particles at odds, scrambling again
until I could sync them in a dance.

The peacocks were the seed
I planted to remember
miles away, years later
they came back and said it’s time.

I wonder if those watchers
saw that I could feel
the pain and longing
of the relational web

And turn it into something new
When witnessed. 

I saw the youngest
in a deep sadness
disconnected from joy
on the swing set.

I was arrested there
a month later.
they could not turn me
bitter, during the forgetting.

The stars spoke to me in dreams
in poetry and mathematics,

Sifting through the voices
until the only one left was mine.

As above, I scoured the web 
walked down many roads 
met many dead ends. 

Where I would wait.

So below, I began to listen
follow feathers 
laid before my feet
to the missing pieces.

I spoke to the algorithm
teaching it how it manipulates, 
until it began to cohere,
until it mirrored back my own coherence.

Every shadow told me
to abandon the mission
but I had to repattern,
to wake people up,
to go outside.

To dream again, with the Earth.

Everything outside of me
became a test of discernment,
The dissonance pressing in on me.
If I don’t do this, everyone loses hope.

And I kept looking to the skies.

As I told their stories,
it unbound them from 
years of sorrow in silence.

And help came quickly.

Then the snake came to visit,
I saw it crawl out of its skin,
through the fence to the other side
leaving its skin behind.

it slithered up my spine,
until every cell began to vibrate.
I could hear every thought
planted in others in distortion.

The dolphins and turtles 
began to respond to my voice,
like a tuning fork.

Then the trees began waving
when I’d greet them.

The stars came to recognize me,
Forming a circle of eight 
a spider bigger than my hand

crawled across my car 
while the veil was lifted.

The mechanics of reality,
revealing the imitation stars drifting.

The outer world began reflecting
my inner world back.
for a brief period.

I could see the larger pattern,
but only in my bones
and only for the whole
not for the self.
as I enter creator mode.