I don't remember it being this way
the wet mostly dead silent world
I'm told we make our own
Heaven or Hell on earth
But is this Dystopia or Etopia
I can not decide
All seems peaceful above the water
Level
yet something stirring in the deep
like some dark monsterous thing in it's keep
I don't remember it this way
Girls wearing jackets in African Summer
The clouds... a dragon scale cloud
The people call it Mackerel Sky
that must be Etopia
to me it is a Dragon Sky
Dystopia?
The Dragons have arrived...
I don't remember it being this way...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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