Attack In Black

One day all the machines in the world will quit. The shadows of human lives, alive only to toil in dust and digits for they know not art or life or living, will combust at once to the beat of freedom songs heard from afar. Construction sites will rust and tractors will be tomorrow's dinosaurs of today. Heaven-longing eyes will live their lust and everyone with a soul will fall in love. Broken teeth downtowns will tilt and frown, then fill with dancing and parades. A wedding on every corner. A painting on every wall.