Paradise
Buttresses and domesJason Crane Rising to the highest realms like fallen Babel Sustaining the dreams of man. Here and there, some wondrous display of concrete and steel, Great stained windows allow ephemeral glimpses into the soul Highways pulse like the arteries of some great beast Stifling gray replaces vibrant green The world is yours, only a click away… Modern Eden, the machine is god. Faith replaced by science, Nature sullied to further mankind’s greed Original sin: not so novel now. Summer turns to ice Cool breeze hardens to slicing storm The skies darken and the child screams for its mother. Gaea heaves in her slumber and the gods of old are vomited forth, defying downfall Artifice and machine crushed below their feet Mocking the triumphs of humanity This dismal reality. |