Prone Poem by Benjamin Chiu Uy

Prone

it had been said
all around the thundering blue skies conceal a human dream for all things infinite for the skies that hold the deep secret,

for more revelations, which we seek deeper and deeper for understanding.

such science as to embark knowing, to search for more than all we have acquire
for a more livable habitat,

for a more solidarities,
dreams for what it will be for the children

so old scientists novelists plod on
old dreamers churn new highways, newsongs, new innovations,

beyond this mortal confines of the immortal skies,
we seek destinies beyond time to travel further away into distant galaxies,

beyond something whats possible. other than our roots for an anchorage in this side. .

this earth so full of beauty and decay.
Prone to war and cruelties.

Prone to self destruction and denying everything.