text & photography Patrick La Roque
In 67 we take the red pill, swallow hard and slam
our collective head into modernity.
Wide eyed citizens awake to the world
I’m walking the sunken miles of a hidden city, watching tunnel
dwellers surface as I plunge, burrow as I exit
into sunlight, into geodesic domes & high rises built
for leaders of men.
I’m picturing the master builders, eyes thick and heavy from dreaming their stoic dreams of progress.
The architects, the politicians & giants of an ancient breed
willing to choke a river & birth an island
dig the soil to bury the city in a maze.
I’m picturing the blueprints to the dawn of all I’ve ever known.
This world ignited
in a quiet revolution.