Fateful Trajectories

Steel foundries on Centauri,
Talk of alien landscapes
And the sights of a red sky,
How late the light fades.

Coffee grains dapple cups,
Dissolved in the great rush
Of the nevermind morning,
And legends given no truck.

A grain of salt, a handful of dust,
The faces in mountains
Amidst deserted lives run past,
Sectioned members living plaintive.

Promises from aether ring around,
Stone walls in the forests,
Lost children playing games
For shoes and horror stories.

Timespan souls sold into slavery,
Fortunes told aeons ago,
A dream of past and mastery,
Under Tesla edifices grow.


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