The information dragged on and on as far as the mind’s eye could see
Her imagination trying to scoop it up and deposit it into memory
Research she knew she would use later
Examining lines of thought and spinning them together
As she wrote down her ideas
Determined to weave her story
Velocity was too high and from the wrong direction for the two spacecraft to dock.
Even with all the acceleration he had at his fingertips, the joining would not be successful.
Considering the impulse they were about to experience, he shouted, “Brace yourselves!”
The impact caused them to increase angular momentum, spinning them and the forces pinned them hard against their seats.
Observing their attempted destination spin away into the void, he fired the thrusters to arrest the erratic rotation.
Rockets fired and the spacecraft slowed in the gravitational field it floated in.
Holding onto her with both hands, not wanting to ever let her go
And yet there she was, spinning away from me, somehow slipping from my grasp
Now I tried to catch her, I tried so hard
Didn’t stand a chance, though
Life slowed down as she fell to the pavement and shattered
Ever since then, I put my cellphone in a case with a…
Forcing air to get its behind moving in front of the spinning tines
As the blades cut up the parts that lollygagged behind
Nothing will ever be the same ever again
Bonus poem:
Focused obsessively on the one-way relationship she had with Him
Always finding out of the way moments to try to finally be with Him
Now that restraining order will be a problem, but it won’t stop her love of Him
Getting aggressive during play fighting
Oblivious to the dangers at hand
Outside the air was turbulent with drama
Such that the only thing you could do to get out of the spinning rut was eject from the situation.
Except that damn glass ceiling got in the way, killing any hope of promotion
Converting luck into action
He tossed the spinning dice from his hand
And as they flew through the air, probabilities spun with them
Not collapsing the distribution curve until done with their dance
Cascading all possibilities into a single outcome
Everything random transforms into fate
Spinning around and around in tighter and tighter circles
Putting my equilibrium into the fetal position
I try to stop, but the world is now spinning up as I slow down
Reaching for the floor, I miss
And fall into some space that I didn’t know existed
Living now the pinwheel life
We didn’t even know we were being conquered.
How about that for humanity’s divine right?
First shoe to drop was when Amazon just went dark. Like not even a 404-error dark. A spinning wheel of painful waiting torture was the only eulogy for what was king the day before.
Facebook and Twitter were soon only posting stories about end of the world scenarios. Left wing, right wing, any crackpot scenario of the end of the world was jamming everyone’s feeds. Reddit was the same, no matter the voting of the members. Hell, 4chan was even doing it. Like what the hell, 4chan?
The aliens took over so smoothly that by the time we realized what was happening the only thing we could do was to surrender. Any attempt at pulling the plug and they would go all Terminator on us. We expected the AIs we would be fighting would be the ones we created, but we were naive. The alien AIs controlled every digital system on the planet. The best part was we were all home waiting for COVID-19 to be cured, but the virus that killed off the autonomy of the human race was digital. No mask for that.
Down to my last chance, I offer a prayer to the lukewarm plastic cubes
I then release them to bound across the table, watching them unleash their chaos
Cartwheeling and spinning among all the possibilities and futures
Eventually coming to rest as tombstones on my luck’s grave
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Feeling like a coin spinning through the air
Listing endlessly from heads to tails and back again
It makes for an uncomfortable situation and fills those around you with apprehension.
Perhaps instead of chocolate or vanilla soft serve, you might settle on your edge, twist!
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