( via / via [important follow-up] --my comment: "this is actually rather terrifying when you realize it's the future our rulers have chosen for us"-- )

Balloon.

"A little rule, a little sway,
A sun beam in a winter's day,
Is all the proud and mighty have
Between the cradle and the grave."

--John Dyer

Time Became the Tide.

"Vocables

Eternal, you beguile love or ruin—vocables.
Jejune vassals quote ten codas in reliquaries:
A (the ceaseless verses at occult monasteries;
requiems of dust, bound to nebulous particles:

Embers of gold); E (graven urns in sanctuaries;
brass bells, unsold, decreed priceless for our canticles);
I (a senseless verse—a spell, garbled in pentacles;
choruses, deemed perverse in desolate nurseries);

U (a universe, expressed as a murmur of tides,
all its perplexing maxims, exquisite suicides;
dim minds, transcended by vivid, hexadic prisms);

O (a vesper, stressing serenades or solitudes;
a clever muse, to generate endless interludes).
O, my elegiac ode, ends in paroxysms..."

--Christian Bök via

Spaca Strangaĵo.