What now my man?

i wheeled on to the prairie

i remembered walking through here

being chased and chasing predators

for who’s prize the game would be

with stones and sticks

for weapons back then

my memory is vague

to the times giant reptiles ran across earth

when the humanoid giants

progeny of the fallen ones,

rebellious angels bred with my kin

left their stain

i walked this land

and now i’ve built structures

below and above

that hide the stars

and the running streams of melted water

from the great snowy heights above

far above this temperate land

to the coldest places

where few have walked

high above those zones

to see the clouds below

like billowy stepping stones

set in floating lakes of blue

above the brown and green of land

in the valleys below

i have closed these beauties

with the roof of my great edifices

built for every purpose

to keep out the rain and snow

to shield me from the hurling winds

that have ravaged and destroyed my structures

with their uncontainable rage

their twisting forces split to smithereens

anything and everything in their path

because of them

i've closed the sky above

technology came

hand in hand with mind

and gave me shelter

and comfort and rest

and time to think

and plan for more

and more

‘til there is no end

no limit to what i can do

and will do

as i ride upon her back

and now as i walk

i forget the stars above

i cannot feel the gentle breeze

the gentle side of the wild winds

i no longer feel her

within the walls i’ve built

the rocks and pebbles no longer hurt my feet

they no longer wander as before

but to the nearest coffee shop or store

my feet are plush with softness

not filled with dirt and blisters

as clean as are my hands and skin

the scent of flowers is replaced

i smell the ozone in its place

and now i wish,

if i could,

i’d find a shelter for my mind

there is no lasting peace

at every turn

in every direction

i look to stare and contemplate

i try to find a way

a way of shelter

a kind of rest

i take my technology as it grows

hungrily eat her more and more each day

and look to cern's hadron collider

to plumb the depths of the universe

its purpose and mine

i have no time for roses

the earth trembles and cracks

it shakes

as the particles i’ve unleashed

fly at boggling speeds

and i wonder

my curiosity replaces all fear

maybe i will find a way

to ease my troubled mind

and take more dangerous risks

nearer to the speed of light

break through the curtain

and perhaps find

meaning on the other side

a ragged thought unbridled comes

disturbs my innermost senses

the raging beasts that i have tamed

the shelters i have built

that are destroyed by the whims of nature

what will be the means of this collider,

this particle accelerator

will it be like babel's tower

when it catches up with me?

ending deep under iraqi sands

or like atlantis

hidden 'neath atlantic depths?

my history goes back eons

to the end of those golden ages,

i recall

those pre adamic times,

all gone

what would it be like to feel again

the urge is great yet vague

like a pervasive dream divine

i wonder what it would be like to

remember

what was it like to walk with God?

not with gods,

who interloped and do still

who left their own estate

illegally entered mine

those vile and despicable liars,

great in power beyond mine,

rebels,

rapists,

murderers

invisible demons who crave

my worship and my soul

i've learned much over the span of time

how would it feel

to know and worship

the real God?

the infinite

the almighty

the one of the Bible

the one God of love

i remember now

walking in the garden with him

so long ago

as i wheel myself off the prairie and fly