Memories of Futures


We of plural earths our horizons lay,

As suns melt and freeze upon languished nude;

From being to death we are compelled to sway.


Life's low; yet our language burdens, and gay,

Hides not one but other, as unreals brood,

We of plural earths our horizons lay.


Sun, moon, poison, cure, only one we may,

Machine boys constructing the private's mood,

From being to death we are compelled to sway.


Cut, destroy! But earths' sphere keeps them at bay,

Worn lives lived for us, passions to delude,

We of plural earths our horizons lay.


Yet, inside, our chains we may seek decay,

As real love, fragments of truth, sketched crude,

From being to death we are compelled to sway.


As children outside we frolic in play,

In sad but honest Real, sincere but shrewd.

We of plural earths our horizons lay;

From being to death we are compelled to sway.