Cannot function
Alert: low ion-refusal
Jettison excess cargo immediately
Tolerance level will exceed maximum capacity
In three minutes.
Thrusters off. Prepare for launch codes, received,
In 5...4...3...2...1...
Liftoff of the space shuttle Atlantis
Boldly going where no man has gone before.
Leaking hyperspace,little dark wells of blackest night,
Seeping into a dying soul
savoring its last words
saving the best for last
In 3..2..1...
Has exploded, prepare for impact
3...2...1...
Tragic end, here in the foreground,
Where the more things change,
The more they remain the same.
It falls all around me
Eviscera
tatters and ribbons
scaly shards of past, incalculable
and chaotic of such twisted pattern
yet pattern, nevertheless.
Hewn from all angles
ideals on the chopping block
Hacksawn and chewed
a massacre
a mordred on the loose
a spun web turned noose
fractaled pattern, spun fine
The storm sheds torrents more
Eviscera
And weak wear thin to bone
Shed tears so thick and moan
Why humanity rips into itself
wild dog-like?
images against the ebony slick walls
of a dungeon so departed
that the real is sickly left mused
not lived
Posted by Hans Andersen | at 9:33 PM | 0 comments
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