Hansel and Gretel 2068

Burning into the blue sky
High above the troubles
But deep below the waters
The winds carry our thoughts like invisible
Dots plotted as pixels
Full agency
Full of energy
The plea of an angry sea
Transfixed by gravity
Leaving speedily out the door
And down the path across the grass
As the sounds pass over Hansel’s head and settle around him
And the leaves turn brown very slowly
Knowingly the trees shiver and sip
Quickly and frequently as the bullfrog skips over the pond
And near the log, as Gretel leaves her house too
After gluing a poster of U2 on her bedroom wall, she assumes it will just
Be another dusty day, but it all depends on where she fits into the plan
Of that man who remains master of all he surveys, he found it and declared
All that is rare to his fair and square, all the while baring primitive canines at
The fine citizens of Hellville. The year, 2068, one hundred years after the revolutionary 1960’s, a much calmer, slightly warmer, most insidious society goes and comes while humming and remarking to each other “bah humbug”, the Hellions sweep it all under the rugs, never mind the heaps of bugs, so Hansel had to walk far far away to find a gentle place to play and Gretel needed a friend and prayed for Hansel to be sent her way, when he was she loved the universe much more on that day and didn’t even ask for more, now the two are traveling through alternate realities, using digital marijuana to visit Wicked WildWoods, the furthest reaches of FourthDementality, which appeared to be the only Perspective available, whence and whereupon the Witches and the Skinwalkers all associated with home, om was the sound of all while four was the number of time, Five was forbidden as was all of the above numbers so Hansel and Gretel just dropped digital bread crumbs two by two and soon reached a dazzling spectacle, shimmering turquoise lollipops plastered to candy cane logs, an entire structure crafted without wood or plastic and the only thing elastic that seemed to be used was some brass colored taffy tied to the chassis, a pretty woman with long dark grey hair stared out of the frame of the window, her vision didn’t seem to be impaired which was rare in Hellville, and usually meant that Magick was involved, but Hansel and Gretel couldn’t see far enough to see her face, that mad smile that dripped off of her face as soon as she began to taste the air and compare it to that within her lair, and she hoped the stench of human skin wouldn’t give the kids a scare.