Thursday, July 23, 2015

Hope at the End of the New World

I saw the ships, massive like clouds
dark against the setting orange sun
Cities alive in the sky.
Streets, lights, pulsing networks, speedways and highways and alleyways and
Metal tubeworks flowing like creeks and river deltas, smoking stack spires in all directions
pouring down a white and noxious gas; pollution not poison, not intentional slaughter
but just as merciful, all the same.
I pulled over hard, and stood by the road
and felt nothing I can tell you in words
until you see it, too
The terrible tear in the sky.

The only religious experience left in the world is knowing the End of the World is upon us once we see the ships.
The only response left in the world at that point is humbly accepting what we do unto others, they will do unto us.

It is evolution. It is how we got here. It is how they got there.

I saw the ships, massive like clouds
dark against the rising yellow sun
Sailors from distant lands.

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