A reason to get out of bed in the morning
Paradise, to our gaze
the far horizon is shrouded
in historic meaning. We are children
with dangerous beliefs. Our windows
become lies — the modern creed,
a lodestar to subordinate
fervent imaginations. Horizons
are the lifeblood after all.
This found poem was constructed from selected fragments taken from the book “Utopia for Realists: And How We Can Get There” by Rutger Bregman.
Digital collage art by myself.