between arms of sand
and idols of soul
the pioneers had no place
to come together
like a pre-dawn era
of a Martian humanity
global warming was stranger
than fiction for earth
her oceans as snap-shots
of an ancient woman raped
the women of Mars were different
violently passionate for a new world
to save a new society
from the same mistakes of earth
naked is the mind that remembers
history, and ruin, and greed
relentless is biology
to progress, to adapt, to shine again
the unreality of surviving
cosmic events, bigger than decades
caressed by lucrative futures
the buttocks of the testimony
towards a body of divinity
the whirlpool of disappearances
was a common phenomena
extinction points dotted history
along untouchable horizons of what was
what occurred here, the solstice of cities
bizarre pleasure founded cities
in an a rise to luxury that was to be
a consumption of…
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