The Blue before the Dawn

At first, all the cogs and gears worked gracefully. Those hibernated on the Generation Ship lived happily under the watchful eye of its holographic array, in a state of simulated bliss.

I could only watch from behind glass. A conductor cannot partake in the dream. We existed outside the holographic array - our role was to pilot the craft through the Dangerous Space.

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Outside my window
when they once stood so strong
Face towards the future
at the blue before the dawn

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I recall those days
when we were engaged
in an endless dance
through this undulating
promised land

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Piercing through the blue
From a confused sky
Growing sprigs of dawn
Its shadows cast
foreboding night’s reply