Gawking accordances course
Through audiences at the marred
Predictabilities for seers;
Nobilities given quests
Prior to descending entrances of
Players, even before they were
Properly equipped
With armors or swords,
Whilst forced to face
Nonhuman entities that seemed
To resemble those we’d call demigods.


Just Information

Star splattered speckles
Expansive matter twinkling
In hues of colours
You can’t compress.
Sparkling, radiating cosmic glory,
Her universe,
Collided into mine;
Tiny in world of no intrusion.

In every piece there was substance
Swirling, extending, finally
Interweaving, tendril vines,
Found their way
Into my own.

Inspired by her presence
Admiration extruded my core
Information is readily available to those who seek it,
She countered,
As if I was unaware of it.

But she wasn’t
Just information.
She had a body, a soul.
She was someone
I wanted to know and abhor.

Even if
It was all conjecture
Or the intangibles
Of improbability