Supernova 2110

i selected neither my name, my race, my ethnicity, nor my language ...
yet i choose you... i choose you... amid the atoms, protons, neutrons, gold, black gold and uranium.

What we have... what we are... must become Supernova.
This state which is grey... our state... which is grey... must transform itself into an ocean blue...
and be imbued with the golden sand dunes of the Sahara Desert.

i keep observing... seeing so much blue... a blue lagoon, a blue desert... and i need to quenched by you.

i can only imagine us on this terrestial plane... field... alone... with one flower which reflects our entities.
This flower is the peony... and its scent emanates from you... amid this desert i sense You and only Your scent... a scent that
lingers in the inner chambers of my psyche which jettisons us n this new
Supernova state...

Supernova... yes, here it is... Supernova... yes, here we are in new spatial dimension with no history... with no borders..
with no baggage, with no inhibitions...

here there is a peace... in this vast space... in this vast universe... which has yielded us in this Supernova state.
No one will hear my tears... no one will see my ouvertures ... no one will observe my yawps... no one will perceive me on my knees... as i profess my amorous chants to my Blue Peony.

Down there, on the terrestial plane there is a madness:
BP~and its spoils of the Gulf of Mexico
Gaza and its three year blockade
The occupation of Iraq and Afghanistan
The Hell Fire Drone missiles launched into North and South Waziristan.

The sane are never far form madness.

We must plunge in this state of Supernova.
You penetrate me like honey that transpierces the bee's honeycomb.

Yet this silence must subside... it is tragic... Time must evaluate us.
History will assess this decadent Western civilization.
History holds no prisoners.... history will be our judge...
How will History assess our Love...??

My Blue Peony, please release me from my present cell.

History must mediate all these crimes committed in the name of Neo-Liberal Democracies;
History will not evaluate the American Empire favourably.

Here we are: Supernova,
Here i taste you... you taste differently...
Here you are wholly ethereal;
Here we are: Supernova,
Here i sense your scent... your scent is ambrosial;
Here we are: Supernova,
Here i feel your frame... your frame is sensuous.