Dreams of Shadows


In the end we are skin
bones and dreams
of living, of
…we are
the constructed hopes
of a millennium, the inevitable
slide toward immortality
…a totality of motion
veering closer to
an end
than a beginning…but
ever watchful
we want want
want to become our wishes
our fantasy’s, the
ever lengthening shadow
of ourselves without
restraint…we look at who we are
and see gods
and murder and kill,
justifying each death, each
loss we forget because
we have to…
in the end
it is the end, both
and as a species, as
an idea, movement…dream
that a planet isn’t large enough
a universe too small
in the end
we look at ourselves
and see
because they

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