IDEALS OF AN OASIS
Hey, nothing like this ever before?
The sun has eclipsed the fashions,
and the new sky dips in glee. On
the edge of another horizon, people
gather. In the hands of each, a most
ancient guidebook rests.
High above, and even farther out,
a celestial cylinder is beeping by, the
arc of its travel constant. A system of
mindlessness has taken over - ten times
ten, these things occur; orbits crossing.
No more words to come.