Press close.
This is no den of thieves.
‘Tis apocalypse.
The dying dregs of polite society,
As the world burns around us,
As madmen farm mindless rage.
I have but one goal –
To keep us safe.
To ensure humanity persists,
Towards Star Trek utopias.
This,
My greatest effort.
Part spell,
Poem,
Story.
Weaving of reality –
Pushing back against entropy itself.
Asimov,
Bradbury,
Orwell.
Promised you my heart,
Beyond the grave.
Sagan,
Carlin,
Socrates,
Let me be wise,
Even when I am weak.
Persisting humanism,
Any means possible.
Laugh in face of death.
Laugh In Face Of Death.
