A Decalogy of Elemental Forces

Elemental forces, the burden of truth and movement. This is the future looking back at us as we think in the past and eat. It happened quicker than we could see, half a second ago. Mysteries between indifference.

1) Time

Hommy Hoer was an expert (although someone told me once that just means you're far from home). In any case, Hommy specialized in tenses. Having realized the time lapse between happening and perceiving, Hommy set out to see if anything changed in that half second.
Time is just an answer to an irrelevant question. Seasons were undoubtedly named by people who were oblivious to knowledge. The seasons run together into a predictable pattern. Anyone who plants things generally knows when spring and autumn are without having to consult a calendar. But structures like Stonehenge were made so that people would know when to plant and harvest.
Next came months. There should have been thirteen months as there are thirteen full moons in a year. The solar calendar established those years that were twelve months long solely because people wanted to know how often we went around the sun.
Amounts of time are standardized. The standard being based on the amount of time it takes a laser beam to travel a certain distance. They also use this system to standardize measurements of length. Thus, the standard for a unit of time is a length and the standard for a unit of length is a time.
No matter how much we try to hurry, we will never get to the present--even though time is speeding up. To live in the present, you have to slow down. No one would ever think to slow down to go from the past into the present and towards the future, but it works.

2) Hope

Benevolent foes then assuring
The map said we have to go back
Total dis-assurance in the wings
Standing without faces in freedom
Miracle lapses and beginnings of time
Before the invention of hope did come
Something needed to be better
People hoped and sometimes what they hoped for didn't happen.
To explain this circumstance, disappointment was invented. But people still hoped.
Everything hopes.
The plan had already been written in stone that would soon wash away.
Terror scars from another lost war.
Creatures are eating and breeding.
Feasts aplenty: the gluttons are full.
Trespass the majikal indifference swan
Poison berries in the pies fed to the masses--the pie in the sky when you die.
Faces in fields ingesting, masticating, regurgitating and remaking the end.

3) Light

The bother was elliptical and there were bright lights shining at the eyes of the one many.
"What have you done?" they say as if they hadn't thought it up yet.
"We will not close our eyes and we will not be committed to blindness in light."
So they sat and saw in the dark
Darkened, without lights that pump wretched foul into the air and run amok with the colour spectrum.
Hourly they checked it.
Eleven days later, it was broken and the power was silenced.
People were taken away in baskets and wheelbarrows.
Into the heat of the monsoon, they cast their boats for the mission. A safety at sea.
Wide strokes in the puddle to see how the waves are changing, choking on plastic and shipwrecks.
In eyes of the minding, the troubles were shipped with the package.

4) Shadows

Trampling across a foot in the muck. Thematic strands of chaos amidst darkening sunshine. The shadows have left for the sky. Oh, terrible moons that host this festival. In terror, the light stricken myriads run from each other because there are no shadows to hide their secrets. But, the shadows will return in time and it will be weird at first.
"Where have you been shadow?"
Silent shadows know that you already know. You can see the shadows in the sky yet it's sunny and there are no shadows on the ground. It happens once a year, maybe twice. On that day, it looks like Earth is the centre of the galaxy with the pictures they show in the sky.
If reception is good the festival will continue longer. More days without shadow means more days without darkness. All darkness is shadow because of the Earth's deflection. Many bright days without nights will ensue before the shadows fall again. The creatures look up and wish the shadows a safe landing. As shadows fell, the darkened places no longer advertised sleep and gossip. Night is a great camouflage and a great disappointment to gossips.
With night restored, everyone slept a little better with shadows on their consciences.
Secret information is irrelevant, to the point. It stands at the end like the light from the galaxy fire. In the end, no one remembers it anyway. Just floating little bits of molten stars somewhere in an endless void.

5) Space

Way off in the yonder distance, this happened at a different time.
The approach was the same but the believing eyes just tore at the sky until it fell in big blue pieces.
It was a significant blow to credibility of science but it was something that obviously needed to happen. We don't live in a bubble no more; just right out in space with the asteroids and garbage.
In the floating out in space there's no nonsense. Always looking out and always floating away.
Gravity is a strange friend to miss. There are many eyes within the mind that no longer touch the ground.

6) Immortality

Myriad hopes for fruitless wasteland curving in upon itself, the spiraled end.
Ends by the dozen keep coming: over and over, just to begin again.
The sun has burnt, the sky has fallen but evolutionary gusts are wittingly trying to outsmart a supernova. Outliving the ending is an ageless pursuit. The immortals who will never die float forever in space hoping that a planet will pass their way. In memory and time, immortality might seem like the only alternative to mortality. Yet, many immortals find themselves bored and floating through space for billions of years.

7) Systems

Left handed zephyrs
Hope of the malicious
Sideways in circumstance
The eyes pound at the darkness
Making light of its mystery
Sounds abandon their makers
And float softly clanging into space.
We are the missing link.
There's everything and nothing strange about it.
The red carpets were rolled up and the festivities over.
So much for the bread and circuses of pomp and circumstance.
Cruel minds of deliberant thought evaded words of the tongue which are oft broken in speech.
Ideas of the mind must be telepathically transmitted to avoid subjectivity.
The purpose is optional.

8) Peaces

Wild fields of sandy daisies cover the killing fields while words have the last say in some other realm.
The meaning is irrelevant. They are talking which makes the listening optional. Change your "peace talks" into "peace listens" and get it over with. In the end, grammar and semantics will fuel the fire of confusion and argument. At the end of the day, we will be better off in peaces.

9) Wealth

War strengthens the economy and creates gaps between and within the things that matter most, yet get the least funding. In famine's bleak eyes, gold cannot has no nourishment. In the future, wealth will be measured in happiness, health and sustainability. When the market falls don't rebuild it. Just lay down your wallet and run.

10) Escape

With the grey eyes that watch you, they know you've escaped. Still, many attempts will be made to rescue, rehabilitate and/or resuscitate you. In the pale dark of night, the meanings have no truth. Just faceless minions herding the myriads. Organized tyranny has always found its way into our homes. We need to stop voting for it, take back the consent, level the cities and the playing field: start fresh. When the waves come crashing in, we can be glad that we have a place to drown our fears, sorrows and oppressors.