A trust – an illusion of memories
Differing under darkened light.
Unholy mistruths and half-lies,
unearthed by bone-cracking misconceptions.
Purple steel churns, under crushing
eternal gravity. Hammer-weakened,
tempered in eternity’s forge
and crashing against dimmer,
It stands majestic in temperate woods and rolling fields.
Stone is cold, cracked, chipped, and battered.
Here stands the oldest monument – glorious triumph of science and war!
A column aged and lifeless, technological memorial to genocide and death. Memorial of a most primitive – but not wholly dead generation….
Here spins worlds
encased in diamond shells
shot and spinning – grows life!
Among even darkness,
and frozen possibility.
Bold now! Unknown!
Venture forth, dare we?
Into the growing darkness –
growing stronger daily…