November 26, 2024
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There will be no edges, but curves. 
Red plains and skies instead of blue, 
ice as ice should be, deserts a golden haze 
here concept of burning,  
of melting denotes emotions only— 
clean air pointing forward. 

Men will be men, no surprises there. 
Instead, comets  
will be used to alter their limbs, 
life here  
will consist  
of putting together fragments of future skies, 
nothing more nothing less.  

On the other hand, women will be given wings. 
To aid in exploration of lyrical black holes, 
having outlived every threat  
they will possess even more beauty, 
a luminous glow in irises, 
reminding one that the red planet lives  
according to its own ways. 

To popular consensus, stars will be cooked 
and served as meals—  
being as hot as they are,  
the human bones will benefit greatly, 
seeing as temperatures vary. 

The oldest among the rest will record history. 
It’s easier to forget details  
as memory is subjective  
and currency  
comes in the form of red lumina chips, 
small, transparent,  
hexagonal tokens embedded with a glowing core  
that changes color based on value.  
These chips are powered by Mars’ solar energy  
and are encoded  
with a colony-wide barter system,  
making counterfeiting nearly impossible. 

And yes, we will live to be much older. 
Centuries to say the least,
considering
the quality of life on the planet. 

The question is, will this prove to be a blessing 
or a curse under the Martian sun?

 

 

 

 

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Posted for Poetics: Diving into the genre of Sci-fi Poetry @dVerse Poets Pub