all Revolution and Consumption, Manufacture and Communication - Allen Ginsberg

So I dream nightly of an embarcation,
captains, captains,
iron passageways, cabin lights,
Brooklyn across the waters,
the great dull boat, visitors, farewells,
the blurred vast sea — one trip a lifetime's loss or gain :

as Europe is my own imagination — many shall see her,
many shall not — though it's only the old familiar world
and not some abstract mystical dream.

And in a moment of previsioning sleep
I see that continent in rain,
black streets, old night, a
fading monument . . .

And a long journey unaccomplished
yet, on antique seas
rolling in gray barren dunes under
the world’s waste of light
toward ports of childish geography
the rusty ship will
harbor in . . .

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving...

When Violence floods the State from above, flowery land razed for robot proliferation