On The Deus Poem by Gary Diamond

When the flow breaks
When the hand shakes
It's time to get in bed
To start again tomorrow
To see if you'll wake up intact.

Why do we dream more dull as we age.
What happened to being conquerers of outer space
To see what happens when you touch a supernova
To dogfight around the nebula?
That's what I dreamed about.

All the science in the world is just a gut feeling
Some learned soul decided to dissect on paper.
The hand of a creator was a work
Someone pulled the right switch
Or lever
Or dial
Or anything else that you like
To think of as machine-esque
On the Deus.

I don't like the gaps between this one and the next.
I like perpetual, unending motion
That ebbs and flows as you breathe
And as your soul breathes.

I need to know that I'm alive so I write
So you might.
Some prefer to fight.
Others like to watch a play.
It's all good (in moderation)
Anyway.

When the flow moves
When the hearts blue
You've got to go with it.
Try to deny it
Bury it under the drink
It'll store itself away
Grow bigger
Move stronger.

If you want to explore the light of the stars, fly.
If you want to quench the hurts of your soul, cry.
They're both good choices.
As long as you make one.