In my dream
\nI found abandoned telescopes.
\nTin cans discarded on mountains.
\nImploded submarines on the edge
\nof abysses.
\nThey were everywhere these humans!
\nYou could not trust one stone
\nstacked on another.
\nIt must have been them.
\nPetrified columns supporting the sky.
\nGems beautifully faceted
\non the ground.
\nDiamonds bright as snowflakes.
\nHow delicate their hands
\nmust have been.
\nHow do we account for their pyramids?<\/p>\n
Everything resembles shells
\nscattered on a beach.
\nPieces of them.
\nDid they believe in magic?
\nHow far could their eyes see?
\nHow long did they spend a life?
\nWhat broke their hearts?
\nHow did they come to this?
\nEverything is still.
\nWilderness.
\nSolitude.
\nTheir souls evaporated in time.
\nSadness.
\nA shore of sadness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
In my dream I found abandoned telescopes. Tin cans discarded on mountains. Imploded submarines on the edge of abysses. They were everywhere these humans! You…<\/p>\n