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.