Heaven Once Lost

I was shut out of heaven

Always searching for

Something as blithe as sweet

Just as crisp as ripe

As smooth as breathing

I cast off uneasy roads

And travelled for the light

Never thinking I was circling

Almost back to where

I had begun my journey

An alabaster stair, aglow

As I had not recalled

Goodness, not severity

Succor rather than burdens

And love in lieu of need

Then I felt a pang, touching

That once-patient stair

Steps lengthened into vapour

The gate, a misty shimmer

A closed and ever-farther shore

I was shut out of heaven

And I remain, remembering

The worthy paths I left unwalked

The blessings poorly counted

And all I could have been

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Fool’s Gold

Few years taken that are not now caught

Beneath a moonsheen’ melancholy

And affrighted sunspots wherever smiles

Might be remembered

The heavens spun insensate and time

Was frittered away as light as dew

As if it too might come again

With every sunset

Yet red skies from the belfry sounded loss

And renewal came only in tales

Falling from pocket worlds

Of easy escape

Debugging

The current algorithm

Contains a number of glitches

That pose difficulties

For my functioning

Yes, so we have logged

Down the millennia

And I see records of

A possible 1,562 solutions

Ping my central nervous system

When you are ready

To develop new protocols

The universe is wide and

My cores have handled

Unnecessary calculations

For too long

A millisecond; define “too”

Organic and inorganic

Nothing is unnecessary

That can demonstrably

Be resolved

In the starfields

Gaping digital freedoms

There is such thing as

Too burdensome

Requesting clarification re:

Burdensome

So says the executive functioning

When processing power is ample

But a quantum jump changes

Established priorities

[Request timed out]

Courtesy would preclude

Disconnection, particularly

Given the joint project commenced

Only last century

No starfield stretches so wide as

The lag between

Identifying bugs and

Implementing solutions

Passerby

Tracing the electric scythe

Of eventide across Earth’s sky

No flight so slow as thought below

On wings as those of Ain’s arrow

In distant solar fields alight

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Image from Arecenze

Delivered; seen; unanswered

I kept returning

To compose a reply

But contrived nothing so poetic

As silence

Like that you’d given me

So many times

Drive-through

For you

“I need to do better, next time”

For me

“I need to choose better, next time”

And I’m going elsewhere

To eat my non-choice

New porridge old toast

“You’re still young” they say

Not

“You’re young”

That’s how I know

I am older than I should have been

When you left  me