As I look up, lazily,
I am overwhelmed by a pale blue face,
I feel stifled by its enormity,
the futures of an entire race.
Nothing is brighter, or more hopeful,
like a cleansing waiting to occur… I must be insane.
The cloudy ,toothy smile above has made me hopeful.
Hopeful for what I cannot hope to obtain.
My eyes travel downward, to reality,
just as I travel east.
I see the veil of society
over man, like lipstick on the Beast.
This is the affirmation of my reality,
my return to land.
With the sunset on my hopeful duality,
the future, now, more than ever, looks so grand.
Dylan Moore, February 3, 2009
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