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Wednesday, May 14, 2014

May's poem, edited and revised a little

The Dystopian Phenomenon:
from a tale of lonely lions in their pride.


Why is the future so often portrayed as dystopian?

Coming down after years of riding the veils
Between the reality in the fractional dimensions of the mind.

You and I, whether we know it or not:
Still trapped within childhood’s spells.
Wrapped up in the distractions from matters at hand
To feel the cosmic breeze and weightlessness of pretense.

To come down from this among people who are now much

Older than you remembered; expected: brings one lone tear to your eye.