Metaverse

A Poem by adornoscousin

Progress mapped onto tombs

black sarcophagus

spent like fuel

the vortex is suspended

at the zenith marking

gasoline rivers that Vespucci never explored

he should have stopped

turned the boat around

and not named the rocks and canyons

there are no more bullets

and no more batteries

no more jalopies or gold

the hills are the only metaverse

we will ever need

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Added on July 25, 2021
Last Updated on July 25, 2021

I am an assistant professor of education by day and a writer/artist by night. I am currently creating a graphic novel. more..

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