Mirror / Omitting your Mistakings

a Theme Thursday Picture :


this week combining the Mirror theme thursday post along with a Tenth Daughter of Memory update, 4th in a 9 part series--on with the torture:

The first step to omitting your mistakes, is admitting them.
In a universe with no boundaries, eventually someone will get it right.
Now I seem to be in the thick of it,
as my Uncle Languid used to say;
'...now yur in da tick of it, boy.'
I've gathered around me every mechanical device
that will not be missed, and several that already are.
And for several years have kept continually busy and filthy
with the very dirt of my earth, dirty dirt, tunneling beneath
the foundation of my home, even stretching as far as
my bordering neighbors.
A ring. A ring opposite and lateral to the one in Switzerland,
smaller but reflecting it in potential.
Not the unearthly voices, but the digits and sequences and
hovering red bands of fire—all have spoken
to me and drove me to this madness.
I pontificated weirdly with a doughnut,
“The potential of the Hadron converter
is unrealized.
Bouncing protons off one another is child's play,
tho an innocent diversion today, exhibits
latent tendencies toward
a more dangerous game.”
But the doughnut digressed, it was unmoved.
It argued “when a civilization achieves godlike power
to create the penultimate device,
they will either destroy their civilization,
or all civilizations—everywhere.”
Still, I dig and construe a thing in
the image of Armageddon itself;
my motives have yet to be revealed
from beyond this world's crust
into my consciousness. I wait, and I dig.
I fear it to be the mirror image of
a Big Bang impulse drive; I pray it is a
reset button.