I am standing
in the shadow of god machines
In the valley of death
wrapped in the bones of a dying sun
The city is incandescent
with the furnace flames
Of the great engine of war,
and I am floundering in the ashes
It is deafeningly silent,
and in the distance
I can see her,
in robes as bright a blue
As mine are ***** grey,
draped over my tired frame
We hold each other tight,
huddled close in a shallow crater
Finding sanctuary in turmoil
and in war
peace
Sep 16, 2010
Sep 16, 2010 at 8:03 AM UTC
I am standing
in the shadow of god machines
In the valley of death
wrapped in the bones of a dying sun
The city is incandescent
with the furnace flames
Of the great engine of war,
and I am floundering in the ashes
It is deafeningly silent,
and in the distance
I can see her,
in robes as bright a blue
As mine are ***** grey,
draped over my tired frame
We hold each other tight,
huddled close in a shallow crater
Finding sanctuary in turmoil
and in war
peace
Recollections of a dream I once had, in its original dream logic.
(no title at this time, if anyone has any ideas...)
(c) Jesse Bourque
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