MICHAEL ROTHSTEIN

when the sky falls and the oceans rise

let your fingers intertwine with mine

and let the world go

i want to help you remember that even if this world ends that we won’t

someday there won’t be a some day just the light in your eyes.  i wait –

watching the shadows closely eyeing for the ancient warnings about those mind parasites from the moon.  i wait

for thunderstorms.  the sound of rain ricocheting down the windows and the blur of headlights in the distance.  i wait

to strike; like a hollow bullet loaded into the chamber of a gun after pulling 10 triggers of bluffs, smoke. then fade into the background blend into the dark fabric of the universe until i’m pure darkness – a total void – unreadable blank face

have you noticed that you’re a walking miracle? and even if the moon parasites are crawling all over your mind your ancestors still survived ages of dinosaurs, meteors, darkness and ice.  world war ii. dragons, atom bombs & fights between tribes.

and just for you to breathe a billion chemical reactions occur in just the precise way – like a billion miracles – moment by moment