Authored: June 4, 2023

Under the illusions of hope,
we thought we could change
And we believed earnestly that we could build something anew
Time moves on, days grow and shrink
Our toiling hands churned away
Trying to find balance in the unbalanced.

Under the graces of a torrid stench
No more blue skies
Greenery was succumbing
The Earth was giving its warning
And yet we weren't listening.

We didn't hear the murmurs
Until they became roars
Then it was too late
There was no chance of a rebalance.

In these dark rooms, we drink
Awaiting the fall
Those of us who could not afford the bunkers, the silos
We await Earth's final judgement rendered.

"Will we dream?" asked one young child
"Yes, we will dream of something better than this," was the reply
Murmurations...echoes...dreams...eternity...infinity.

Walk with me, under turncoat gray form skies
Let us dance the final dance
Down to a sunless sea
Where the past civilizations now dwell in history's pages
And where we will become a bookend.

We will dream, and dream forever unto infinity's edges.