Across the salted plains
We watch the sun fall
The moon rise
The machines sleep.
In dreams spaced by 100 years
I see you on the highest peak
Of the homeland we once
Ruled together.
I woke in the snow blanketed forest
Facing the morning sky.
Tenants of dreams fill each fiber and neuron,
I can only piece together that I was not made for this world.
I lost direction when the void
Overtook my body and my mind
Accelerating through space
Toward unexplored, unknown, and untouched worlds.
Where is our home now?
Above photo from: Nancy Chuang
