inspired in part by betsy Firefly's "wingless" and nepenthes' "for you, my darling." also a little dreaming on my part.




prophecy.

in the nuclear winter,
anarchy will rule the frozen
hearts of men.

and humanity will die slowly into
a shared ideal of breathing –
just living, feeling (evolution).

a brotherhood of aliens,
and unknown generation of, dare-i-say it,
flight.

[chaotic synergy, broken wings]
and the winter will warm,
thousands of summers
of rooftops and idle star-gazing.

until then, i am just a poet.



Poetry by Zachary P. B.
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Written on 2007-01-17 at 05:24

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Individuality
a good piece, some really good imagery here, 'a brotherhood of aliens' - i think we are there already with that, we share the same air but ideals seems to elude us.
2007-03-11


Teala
Very haunting..what excellent, frightening imagery. Brillant job!
2007-01-17