Part II: Searching Waters

Upon the floating papers being referenced by the breeze,
Upon the starving creatures in a search for refuge.

In light of coming nature,
Despite the future cold.

Watch her magic on the creatures
To survive as the grow old.

Existence,
As seen from our eyes,
As taught to be there.

As taught not to be.

Subject to change,
Unchanged in direction.

In a war against fiction,
And decided in haste.

You have wings,
Now learn to fly!
All you've known are your own skies.
Forget the hallowed lands of ash!

Expand your tools,
Above your past.

See their heights of architecture,
Manufactories and telescopes,
Venturing onwards to what they can see.

Encountering the wise men,
Mistakably ambitious.

Justifying their plan, they
Solute to their integrity.
Utilizing machinery,
Now they finally see.

Passed was the opportunity of their species.

Domesticated angry shouts,
Across to different man.

Manipulated creatures,
Being driven by their hand.

Indoctrinated to follow;
Throw out their creativity.

Kneeling at the altars,
And blessing flightless wings.

Encompassing the limelight,
Is the sweeter sense on Earth.
Gaze upon the sunlit paths,
Forever in their stay.

Life forms walk their fruitful ways,
Are they to witness judgement day?

Architecture, and distant waves,
I'm he to judge their progress made.

How dreadful to see
Those that I cannot read.
All over the latest feed.

Not poetry,
Like puppetry.
A repetition of words, numbers, and symbols that aren't clever in the least.
And users with names
In impossible tongues.
Their gibberish reeks!

Line after line,
All the same, it's uncared for.
They write marriage, black magic, and European countries.

It's daily infinity,
Thieving the spaces from more thoughtful writing.
Shall I fight just to see the absense of these;
And say hello only to real poetry.