If all the lightning bolts that ever bolted
just discharged at once,
where would we be?

If all the flowers that have ever bloomed
blossomed only this summer,
what would we see?

If all the bombs and projectiles lofted throughout history
took to air in the moment,
who’d clean up the debris?

yet modern consumerism
~marketed appetite~
wants more and more
and always more. 

Now and now,
and forever now.

I wouldn’t mind though
if all the eco-blobisms
of rampant have-to-have-itis
(strangling imagination,
perverting will)
that will ever be
fizzled but once—
as a nonpareil effervescent Giant Fizzy!
and left the rest of time

free

for you and me

~since we’d always
stay everything
in the moment of us~