In the Distance

A raving cultural revolution so far away hidden amidst electronic vines in time redistributed wealth to rich globalists without borders in Cheshire smiles In the distance forever was becoming closer when in youth so moments so far away seemed uncompiled, untrod, thousand miles journeys Without footprints in the sand tomorrow is never to be crossed in time spent waiting, dreaming through the distance lost Google mapped and every tree numbered cut, harvested for conversion to waste product with more entropy sparrows flying away from every branch Arriving round the same temporal duration circling the same globe in relativity drawing patience to experience each moment Nowhere has the location of the distant place more meaningful then no others from which garden grew the tree of knowledge.