What if we couldn’t see the sky?
Ever, through the constant sheet
white water vapor, the sky is nothing
but blankness pervading, we couldn’t navigate
our way through the stories
of the night sky, no future above
or any hope below, in the capsule
world all existence is a shame, for the gods
all faceless, mirror nightmares
overtake us, we’d all be dead
probably, suffocating en masse.
Imagine a dreamless world, we might
be better off without the space above
making us believe, could the dreams be
simply different, stretching below
into our own dark souls, ocean colonies
would be tomorrow, probably
whales would be god
until we killed them, conquering the spirit
world shows us the end, without ever knowing
each other soulless, but we can assume
seeing nothing in the water.
Imagining this world, I can say
that love comes from the sky
in catastrophe, and that solar
is more than hope, energy from the sky
spelling the center soul
of the universe, the sun is the future
of god up above, never showing
its face, but hearing its heartbeat
makes us hope, for tomorrow to be raised
higher than has been ever
seen in the day, I anticipate
hotly the future burning above.