We Will be Cyborgs
*frowns* Bleeding dictionary/spell checker. Does anyone know what one calls the land owned by a marquis or marchioness? Random question, but I desire alliteration in the third line of this poem!
As for the poem.... The point being, two people in love so deeply that they grow into the future, and watch the world fall, but eternally stay together and love each other. Blah. I'm hopeless. Dedicated to Kamilove, aka Mike, for reasons rather obvious, to those who have any business knowing why there are reasons at all. Also, I suppose, to the spiritually half-robots in my life- there are two- in hopes that, in the future, we all will be cyborgs. ^_^
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In the future, we will be cyborgs
And stand on the edge of the iron world
Looking at our metal marchion with robot fingers curled
In the future, we will never sleep
As the sun turns into the cold-faced moon
Night will be an infrared noon
We will need no stars, songs, or counting-sheep
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In the future, the world will be stone
The ocean will be dry, salt in rolling waves
The grass will go brown, the sky will turn gray
In the future, art will be life
Cats will be toasters will forks for claws
While dogs will have singing alarm-clocks for paws
And they will act in eccentric electric strife
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In the future, mountains will fall
As piles of appliances in place of them rise
While together we drown in synthetic eyes
In the future, this world will crumble
While radiation takes my breath away
I'll wait with you for better days
We will be cyborgs.
*frowns* Bleeding dictionary/spell checker. Does anyone know what one calls the land owned by a marquis or marchioness? Random question, but I desire alliteration in the third line of this poem!
As for the poem.... The point being, two people in love so deeply that they grow into the future, and watch the world fall, but eternally stay together and love each other. Blah. I'm hopeless. Dedicated to Kamilove, aka Mike, for reasons rather obvious, to those who have any business knowing why there are reasons at all. Also, I suppose, to the spiritually half-robots in my life- there are two- in hopes that, in the future, we all will be cyborgs. ^_^
*****
In the future, we will be cyborgs
And stand on the edge of the iron world
Looking at our metal marchion with robot fingers curled
In the future, we will never sleep
As the sun turns into the cold-faced moon
Night will be an infrared noon
We will need no stars, songs, or counting-sheep
***
In the future, the world will be stone
The ocean will be dry, salt in rolling waves
The grass will go brown, the sky will turn gray
In the future, art will be life
Cats will be toasters will forks for claws
While dogs will have singing alarm-clocks for paws
And they will act in eccentric electric strife
***
In the future, mountains will fall
As piles of appliances in place of them rise
While together we drown in synthetic eyes
In the future, this world will crumble
While radiation takes my breath away
I'll wait with you for better days
We will be cyborgs.