In Mars We Trust

What are we doing here?

We've exhausted all possible places on earth to be, with a rising population count in progression, I say let's explore, let's travel to unknown dimensions.
Maybe even use money for a truly greater cause, further than any disease, even death.

Let's conquer Mars.

I woke up to the sound of Beethoven's No. 7 in A major, as the sun pierced my pupils and stung my brain. I couldn’t stand the sound of my father snoring. The glass of water had turned to mildew green, as the fish inside lay there, intimate and alone with the water. It occurred to me that this Japanese fish was actually my grandfather Larka, killed in the Russian-American War. Both countries had denied his identity and was forced to fly to a trial in Kalingrad, when the pilot had a heart attack and collapsed. Poor in soul. The fish had his eyes now, blowing mindless bubbles into my air.

I had to get up.

Breathe.

Darts of Shun

Smiling across the gap of blood diamonds
A forgotten canter of wine
Found between the bloody redness
In floating clouds above her head
Mass dare mass
Jokers’ faces strung in the chain lies
Bestial proposes of immortality
Waiting to disperse into an open soul

Bach in transparent fingers
Clapped against the incoherent notes of bullets
Doors to be broken and minds for the choking
Masts shape the bemused seas in zigzagging expressions
Drowning with neighboring children whispering breathless
Moving beats crudely disappearing into the silence

A moon of night releases the Caspian Widow
The stars falling as the Deer Skin changes color

Erased faces await culmination of sins
Fast approaching black clouds visit his bed-side
In the rocks of beating drums, he sells his sleeve of a soul.
For a shaking rhythm of drums and voices
In flags it realizes that giving into love
Will forgive his last sin

She has an encircling peace
That will bemuse any passing mortar of penance
Yet striking in a gentle piece
And Roland borders will dissolve
Into one whole
One dart