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I future
“we will create a new world”
you said, and I laughed.
green grass, a white house
a studio and sammiches
and a thousand more years
slipping between our fingers like sand in an
abandoned beach.

II present
we are amateur architects
with sketched blueprints drawn
in band-aids
on our hearts.
so far we know
absolutely nothing;
your guitarface will be
the sweetest smile and
my bleeding pens will be
tangible thought and
I will carefully record the history
of every note you coax from the planet, but
how will we get there?

III past
the Earth I live in is
choked with steel and
a hundred stories shadow the sky.
our new world is where
you live, but
I am already gone,
and I can never return.
(someday, you’ll fall back to Earth too.)

Description
I future
“we will create a new world”
you said, and I laughed.
green grass, a white house
a studio and sammiches
and a thousand more years
slipping between our fingers like sand in an
abandoned beach.

II present
we are amateur architects
with sketched blueprints drawn
in band-aids
on our hearts.
so far we know
absolutely nothing;
your guitarface will be
the sweetest smile and
my bleeding pens will be
tangible thought and
I will carefully record the history
of every note you coax from the planet, but
how will we get there?

III past
the Earth I live in is
choked with steel and
a hundred stories shadow the sky.
our new world is where
you live, but
I am already gone,
and I can never return.
(someday, you’ll fall back to Earth too.)