about the sense of a lost dream

Your body stops metabolizing after exposure—fever, suffering, no help through difficult hours remaining you put a thousand ideas in the universe nobody could see you. Certain a borg is a sign your mind is gone to flicker yet next season approaches as memories get thicker of teens in the garage 5 feet into the rain. Keep rounding until past is as big as a house and I cannot see these curled dimensions.

 

Electrons annihilate the charge and burn down the distance between us two stars.

a Borg writing creatively

Borg calculated the angles in math space and fired. The projectiles pierced the clouds and sent religion in a new direction. If Borg angled the phaser right, then Stage Five Boss would fall. Stage Six. Silent philosophy tore the heart, clouds fell to Earth alive. Nothing under the stars but damage disoriented and us counting down night numbers to open eyes in the skies.