THE UNDECLARED WAR
Islands clustering together –
Scattered fragments forming
A shifting nation with unchained bridges.
Spears of glass at the center of a
Transparent metropolis, in the midst
Of an undeclared war of lost memories.
A hospital constructed by solid pillars
Resting on the highest of mountains –
A place where healthy men reside.
Encircling valleys with ghostly forestry,
Deserted factories and ruins of castles –
United by rollercoaster rails.
Harbors with rusty ships and iron cranes, resting
In bottomless, dark waters –
Awaiting the dense mist to clear.
A mansion consumed by empty halls,
Wide staircases leading to nowhere –
The home of a General, feared by all.
An obscure barrier tears the land into a set of two,
Displaying everything but answers –
The reflecting me, silently smiling.
No words of it has ever been spoken,
A mission not to be explained –
Untrained soldiers deciding how best to die.
Genocide without bloodshed,
Murder without a cause, a country where
Future is equal with the past.
The faculty of reason must subside for
Perpetual symbiosis to exist as worlds collide.
Manifestations of an unconscious mind.
– Alex Backstrom, 2012