Retro-Futurism Love Song
By John Ogden


Those endless, yawning vistas;
Cosmos, eternity in a touch.
Bright colors, so beautiful
The happy march
Of progress
Pushing farther, deeper,
Into a horizon
Full of stars.

Will we ever see that glimmer
Of stellar light again?
Cast off the dystopia
And take our place
Among the sky
So full of stars?

Chained to this forsaken stone,
Prometheus in silicon chrome
I wait, silent.


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John Ogden was conceived of a government form and a passing mailbox. He lives somewhere out in the woods of a rural land more akin to the fantasy realms of literature than real life, and his favorite dirt bikes will always be the broken ones.