”All stepchildren of the future
are bound to get out of control
like big dreams and wet hopes
that wont let you let go.
Like wildfire through dry meadows,
She said this then closed the door
on the tallest pyramid I ever saw.
And I crooked my head to read
the gibberish scribbled on the wall:
it read in strange blue letters
”you know all you ever needed to know”.
And I touched the painting engraved on the wall
and I saw how Hope has refused to go:
a two-headed monster,
one purple with fire, one cloaked in snow
grinning at each other, hands clawed.
And the gentle wind repeated
in kind, hushed words:
don’t blow in wildfire,
you’re bound to get burned,
time ticks only forward, let it all go.
You know all
you will ever need