Who is the dreamer that dreams ephemera;
a memory may last a lifetime or fades
to fog at the end, or becomes torn pleura,
disrupting sweet morning’s familiar aubade.
Once we were light and grace dancing on moonbeams,
or were we simply macabre cyber dreams
designed for the amusement of the machines
that have encoded our most foolish routines.
In the rising sun,
Coming down by the mountains,
Echoes the sirens of seas.
Teaming with all life
Were clouds of foul defilement
Shifting torrents to crimson...
Metal vessel floats,
Tainting with slow corruption;
Flora, fauna, disruption...
Hopeful sakura
With leaves falling, vanishing;
Whales sprawling from erosions.
Trying to forestall,
From corrosions nature squalls.
Dying, perishing pleura...
*Collaborative with J.C.M.C.*
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