A culture in progress.
Change happens in dreams.
For DNA is a binary code,
adaptation a misspelt key.
A cult of progress
step-slipping backwards,
clutching at digital,
blind past the screen.
Of culture, the progress,
fertilised by our blood.
The richest mines are in the dumps
with kids deformed by stunted growth.
This culture of progress
has illusionary steps
along an evolutionary moonwalk.
Through cities not long from sand.