Forgotten Realms of The Mind

~ II ~

II



the spirits of a dying race



call out



screaming to be set free from earthly



boundaries of life



longing for the everlasting joy



and comforts of the final resting place.



for we move to another life



like a ravenous caterpillar



that 'dies' to become the splendid butterfly



like a fallen angel in retrospective order.







An enchanting array of harpoons



spartans en masse on the grounds



killing



and willing to be killed



opposing futuristic-looking robotic machines



abolishing representation



the final result: a future where survival will be 



a folkloric fantasy