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Because... what will happen?

The future a dim flame
slowly crossing beneath time
to meet other flames as a single, brighter flame

what did we do?
where did we go?

the dying flame brightens
softening the harshness of the dark clouds
creating a dusk for all eternity

what of dark, damp caves?
what of snow-encrusted peaks?
what of scenes of pure beauty?
of serenity?
where have they gone?

Long ago replaced by terror and revulsion
only ugliness remains
the cycle brings peace
but peace is
preparation for stagnation
stagnation
the cause for wars

where are our morals?
Where do we turn?
Who are we to believe?

The glass burns back into sand
in the flat expanse of the desert

who are we running from?
to where?

We grow, reaching for the peak
but we only pull ourselves down,
down into the ground
no-one sees where we’re headed

who are we?
who am I?

we are creatures of humanity
but how can we be so inhuman?

[1997]