Lament

-I glimpse a dream.

In it, the sky was the deep blue colour of the ocean. It glittered and slowly moved away in an arc.

A swimming/drowning sort of flight.

Maybe this is eternity.

It's like being a satellite in soundless orbit around a planet, gazing at a frozen civilization.

The flames dance.
/In that hand is steel.
The earth cracks.
In that hand is poison.
The sea dries.
/In that hand is the heat of 209,200 joules.

I see a bloodstained dream.
/Many people are injured.
I see a dream that consumes.
/Many wise men surrender.
I see a dream without a dream.
/Many of us tire of the future.

Lament.
That humans are not this way.

Now, the truth hidden for long years reveals itself!
The world has been at a dead end.
Human efforts to circumvent it meet an unsightly end.

I want to hear you cry out in lamentation as broken history cracks and is faultily mended.

I want you to blame them in loud cries.
I caress the broken surface of the Earth with knowing eyes.

I want you to smile victoriously.
After several stumbles, we are finally free from human war.

But what has that produced?
Perpetuity! Eternity! Bliss! Stagnation!
Look upon the many corpses.
Listen to the anguish.
No one wishes for the future, only for the continuation of a mediocre happiness.

A road to a peaceful home.
A sunlit window that frames no poverty or inequality.
Now--
I want you to answer once more.

The flames dance.
/In that hand is steel.
The earth cracks.
In that hand is poison.
The sea dries.
/In that hand is the heat of 209,200 joules.

This future.
It should be loudly sung that no one had wished for it.

Life arose from the womb of the ocean.
The virtual world preserves a memory of life's mother.

We spread out over the earth, made the land more bountiful and birthed civilization of our own.

For what purpose?

I want the answer to that question.
--I ask if there was indeed value in millenia of prosperity.