Martian Time-Slip


Martian Time-Slip, a sonnet:

Canals lie void of water in the dust,
This is the dream…to stand here and see this:
See old men die wrapped up in tubes and rust.
A home on Mars. Beyond it, space, abyss.

Reality inside the schizoid mind?
Through blight and death, decrepitude and mold,
A child alone to future isn’t blind.
His madness lets him see himself grow old.

Beneath each man a horrible machine;
At least that’s how the world begins to feel.
Harrowing decay, veiled behind a screen
Am I tripping? Or is this arrow real?

On Mars the only men of wisdom say:
“Gubble, gubble, gubble, time rots away.”

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