Finally
What does the fantast see?
A reality far different
than our ordinary eyes?
A look into a future where
We all agree?
Where we are the same?
Where all our goals align?
A utopia … perfection on earth?
What of our nature?
Our foibles?
Our sin?
Until a city comes down
from the heavens,
we will flail, not fly.
Watch the horizon.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2021
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