a hundred million years
from now
will mankind
move to other worlds
or fade away
entirely
if so
by then
it might be my turn
to walk
upright
if so
by then
it might be my turn
to walk
upright
what can I dream up next?
gotta smear
that blank canvas
let the daubs
inspire my sight
ere I sleep on it
alongside th’ Embellish’d
molds a Way of Life
whins of sapphire tittering
on a clear night
tendrils of turquoise in song
to a warm heart
the ruby of a rainbow the star
of a summer’s rain
it is You