When Worlds Collide Poem by Dan Brown

There are Worlds beyond the one we walk on.
The World’s that cannot be found by bespectacled octogenarians
at their telescopes.
They are figurative, imaginative and lacking in substance,
yet are as utterly real and the one that sustains us.
They circulate in the atmosphere, often oblivious to
the others that share their Space.
Unspoken rules require the briefest contact where necessary,
proof, beyond all else, that we can communicate with “aliens”.
On occasion, however, such Worlds are knocked from alignment
by storms of Herculean proportions,
and mass destruction follows.
The mass of one World will crash into that of another, resulting
in fireballs of fury, clouds of pain, and fumes of poison.
The casualties are colossal; men, women and children suffer.
No good can ever come of such cataclysmic events.
People, and their spirits, not just broken, but killed.
Murdered coldly amongst the heat of the roaring fires,
and buried beneath the settling ashes of their Worlds.
There are Worlds beyond the one we walk on.
The World’s that cannot be found by bespectacled octogenarians
at their telescopes.
They are explored, not by accomplished astronauts,
but by our own fledgling selves.
The World we live in, is merely a façade for the one we keep inside.
The mask shatters quickly, however; the guise has quickly died.
It is time to face destiny when Worlds collide.