futurelan d
your skin of marble in this land of ruin
- antiquity -
lingers on your shoulder
where I lie,
gaze to witness history
as I listen, languorously
to your lips
recanting the legends of your passions,
the senses of your body perfect
and mind transcendent.
you are the season beyond
that of Hope.
you are the season of Renewal
blowing from this plain
the dusts of Resolution,
the ash of Memory.
in your storms
Reason is laid bare
and bleached.
I believe in your Witness,
your vision of a Present
to evolve
in manners of allowance
for us to sculpt the rains,
mold from the moods of Future Venus
words unearthed,
words howled from a distance
to warn of the approaching sounds of Force
and Fury.
