Hermes stepped through the airlock

Into alternative history

And twisted our fate.

But it was too late

And so came the earthquakes.

Where hot molten rock

Met Tsunami

It created an island.

Nothing there was reality.

Avian avatars floated in dreams

Around beanstalks to asteroid belts.

With my eye to the chronoscope, I climbed

Clinging to Hermes heel,

Avoiding his wings,

To emerge in a vast hall, divine,

Where the planets vibrate in harmony.

I rest in the sublime

Wishing the gods had stopped us

Or we had listened in time.