Monday, March 14, 2011

Song Fiction

"And the people bowed and prayed, to the neon God they made." (The Sound of Silence, Simon and Garfunkel)

Standing on a promenade, in the unaccustomed shade.

Tubes were shattered letting in the night, the feeble sun became our only light.

So we watched from below, searching for their brilliant glow.

Eyes track the fall of tools, and the silent, shadowed, duels.

Engineers seeking for fame, play their deadly hidden game.

From "The Sahara at Noon: A Study of The Photovoltaic Adaptations of The Human Race, and the effects of Sub-lit Conditions upon Us",


Not done yet, but I'll write more at some point.

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