And what about the days
that don't come,
or the Hours not spent
buying flowers from Edeka?
Where do they go?
Do they join Walter
in some daydreaming
intermittent reality?
Is the Time
evaporated by Entrepreneurs
burning our candles
at both ends to turn
steam driven carbines
for our adiabatic work
cycles underneath Caves of Steel?
Is it enough to live
part of someone else's
dream because we know
that our's Comes this
way Wicked?
Actuators, cogs, brain bit,
and organoids all on Chips
or ships setting sail
into rosy fingered robots
of dawn.
Ahoy mateys!
We set sail for a Manifest
Destiny without O Captain,
My Captain; though the civil
struggle continues dressed up
in some ******* suit.
