This place is perfectly complete; <br />The emptiness dwells vastly <br />Throughout the open streets. <br />Thank God it's hidden from our eyes! <br />It's something that ought to be kept locked away <br />So our hands will not drain its beauty. <br />But when it becomes all we have left <br />We'll load our things and flee <br />These wretched trodden streets <br />To mutilate the perfect place. <br />We'll stomp the blooming flowers, <br />And replace the space with buildings <br />That cover all the forest <br />And scatter creatures from their homes. <br />We'll spread our poison in the water, <br />And infest the air with our smoke. <br />Then our garbage will flood the streets <br />And we'll trample it with our feet. <br />We're obviously cracking; <br />Yes, we're breaking <br />And falling apart. <br />We're hard and unstable like rocks rolling downhill. <br />We live in disaster and kill one another. <br />I'd say we're cracking and breaking, <br />And we're murdering the essence <br />Of our perfect arcane dream.<br /><br />Rabi Anata<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/arcane-dream/
