THE PLANET OF GLASS
It was a planet made of glass, homeless art,
Mixed nuts, plastics and mirrors; a place,
Where time lost its aura when nostalgia was
Outlawed for indulging in deathbed regrets
While some humanoids stool public trial
For stealing wisdom from
Long forgotten enchanting books.
This was an atrocious crime
The Medium could ever forgive.
What was their crime? Was it merging the
Eyes with the mind to meet the imagination.
Or seek warmth from naked ambitions
To be seduced by the human spirit.
No! It was a foolish attempt to be child-like
And kiss a bankrupt smile in a museum
Of wonder to learn to laugh anew and
Perhaps feel intimacy before daring
To ask life for its soulful meaning.
For this, all humanoids were poisoned with
Mortal doubt to taste repenting desires and
Give way to all flesh before succumbing to
Those frantic dust of metallic lungs called Man.