I Canít Imagine by Tidal Castles

The Earth and her moon,
fixed in gloom.
A room of raised clandestine people.
A Spartan Martian,
Prays in their orbiting steeple.
An alien religion,
without its secrets.
Praying the Earth
will show through the smog and smug,
green pastures and growth
of the hierarchy mind.
To be disclosed.
Forever to see,
primary succession
on such harsh times.
The alien cannot imagine,
that your future is secured.
It is a worry; yet,
I cannot imagine.

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