So now what?

Will, we find buried treasure…?
Will, we set out on adventure…?
Will, we stay home…?
Will, we have dinner…?
Will the power overwhelm us…?
Will, we burn our bodies and set on a new existence…?
Will we be so weak we can’t pick up our shield…?
Will we be unable to complete our quest….?
As I move through the jungle of existence I see possibilities like trees in a forest all about. Bugs of menace shoot across my face and blood drips. Curdling screams of a fox yell about.
Rays of the moon shine set a blaze in my mind.
I watch the terror on a man’s face slowly turn to smile… I watch betrayal... I see men naked by a stream… I see a boy nude full of light… A two-year-old façade still haunts me… Arab huts in the distance smelled of brome. Terrorists shriek from passers-by.
Hell on earth is hell as in the sky….
What is man but a happy accident… What is Odin but the sum of that accident… What is the pig and ape but the father and mother…?
Terror flows from the trees like the spice from Asia….
I see bats protecting the tree of life.
I see vampires out in the field.
I wonder how many angels on a pin?
I think of the madness of men.
I wonder does God not walk among the shadows as well as the light… Is not destruction required for birth?
How hateful does the internet get?
How good does mom get?
Is honey suckle a leaf?
What is honey so sweat…