of flying cars and falling stars, I wonder will one
hit the pavement beneath my feet?
but
there is no pavement
anymore
a flashing holographic reel we walk, a motorized tread
...we applaud obese America;
do you also remember when
there was once a candle
before the lamp,
before there were a thousand light bulbs
to light the night...
their company, I share with darkness,
and I no longer feel
lonely;
but
I fear for the sun
(its time will come, do you
see it?)
I fear
of Solar Conquest, Operation Galactic Doom;
and all we are is we are all pawns.

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