SLIGHTLY PARALLEL – A poem by Tainted Trailer

A billion suns, ☀️
A trillion bullets from a gillion guns,
A pillian paths
But only showing one.

God’s grip
On meandering trips,
Facts to kill my mind but move my hips,
A zillion flips 🤸

Screaming rockets, 🚀
A bazillion prongs poking into live sockets,
Infinite fingers reaching into deeper pockets.

Looping worlds branched and bending,
First flames extending,
Spreading out in all directions, 🔄
Every door,
Every ending.

Slightly parallel.