ROLLERCOAST TO THE FUTURE

Into the future we fly on a rollercoaster,

my hand and his, each pinching a ticket,

our hull aimed toward tomorrow

on waves of my fearless imagination,

crushing blameless girls and boys,

puppies, kittens. From below

crawls a feeble storyteller,

once the greatest maker.

Those who creep lowest fly highest.

Agony. All agony.

Whispers at my ear immensely clever,

saying wisdom comes from pain:

here, they say, lie paths to wisdom.

Those who built their rollercoaster

ride it, hands brimming with wisdom,

technicians of torment spawning separate souls

that breed rewards.

The wise who crave recompense

stay silent and are thrown clear,

sailing through air,

while we kiss, floating like sweethearts

in lexicons of love, our families

how we save each other.

Somewhere in space

countless rollercoasters plunge on

with all their pain.