Tomorrow or Today

Story in sonnets part fifteen

Photo by William J Spirdione

Fuel pipes lead to a heater near The Brain.
I now know exactly how to get there.
Only now, as I leave this earthly plane,
Know how privileged, to be born aware.

With my luck, somehow, I will survive this.
Day will end and another day begins.
The earth can be reborn. I’ll die in bliss.
The Machine Brain, knowing the answer, grins.

As I swim around the final corner,
Detonator in hand, I am awake,
Countless memories, my ghost the mourner,
Blowing out candles on my birthday cake.

Blue flames shoot out of the sides of mountain.
Girl wakes to an earth-shattering fountain.