Alien

 

Alien

 

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To this plasticity,

Grey matter in a nimbus

Mind as infinitely hollow as

A galaxy or dungeonous dream

Lost to the starlit oblivion

Of distances we place

In the familiar fealty and touch,

Our human gravity

Spirits and superstitions

Heavy by testaments and old teachings still.

 

Yet war has been our

Problem-child

And like the parents that we are

These days, digital,

We are unwilling to accept its prognosis

Nothing more can be

Poured into a vessel,

Nothing more can be fed into a flame,

If ash and black

Lift into the sky…

It is alien

 

To even try to

Resurrect another age

When there is no warmth or

Use for light

In a world that’s become alien…

Reviews

[~]

Ohhh.. a deep and reflective piece. I liked how you used a various number of words that bring the message closer to the readers. The title matches well the intention. We indeed are alienating ourselves as we go one step closer towards the future.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you for your kind words, much appreciated.

[Frieda P]

There's undertones of spirituality here and warnings of an Apocalypse rendered. Yet a bit of light still shines through in that flame of hope too. Lost to oblivion on so many levels, well done PF.

[Butch Decatoria]

Thank you, but for some reason it feels unfinished or somethings missing... guess i will just have to add a part deaux... thanks again.

[Frieda P]

Not sure why, 'enraged end of days' sound final to me....you could expand on it, but I like it as is...but she's your poetic baby...

[Butch Decatoria]

8^) a favorite but it will do...