a flash of light, a collision of worlds
metal and mystery; a cosmic swirl
unfurling
as the sky rumbles, as the earth shakes
brief moments of chaos, a mistake we cannot remake
recreate
two forces collide in a dance of fate
a unknown crash in the ghost of night
poor translations pieced together in the wreckage
washed up dissidence wrapped up in panaceas
gifted to heads of states animating a facsimile of realpolitik
to create complex drum rolls
that introduce ten thousand increments
that indict
inflame
disrupt
common sense piled high and molding over
in the backroom of the center of the universe
an era of youth,
we pranced and guffawed,
two kindred spirits,
linked in kinship’s bond
but the chasm that time creates
spawned a fractious rift between our souls, now gone
aspirations of validation
akin to a race that ever continues or ends
yet envy, a pill of bitter sensation
swallowed hard and left to fester
we wrangled, scuffled, and traded venom
our competition,
a plaything for fools
as fleeting years vanished without a ransom
our camaraderie, it became a tool
wielded in an awkward fashion
a new, more mature era,
with our own lives independently led
we’ve shelved our discord, but what remains?
nostalgia for those days that we’ve shed
when fraternal love ruled, without any strains
if only we could turn back time
to bury our disunity in the past
to revisit those moments when love was prime
and heal the wounds that we both have amassed
but alas
silence shields all hope,
a dreary winter settles in our veins,
lets hope the cold will not last
Fred Aiken Writing 