Mazama
Modern Mazama- sleeping monster;
We are too disconnected to see,
Ancient communal cords are broken.
Replaced with synthetic hard cables;
They move nothing but dank metallics,
Not liquid love and tender rhythm.
So another explodes red and falls,
With not a shred of flesh for comfort,
They disappear beyond our touching.
Oh, where are you who’s created for this?
How could you forget your first lover?
And in forgetting forget your call?
You have missed the giving end of take.
Repent!
Before one more is lost to the cracks.
We are too disconnected to see,
Ancient communal cords are broken.
Replaced with synthetic hard cables;
They move nothing but dank metallics,
Not liquid love and tender rhythm.
So another explodes red and falls,
With not a shred of flesh for comfort,
They disappear beyond our touching.
Oh, where are you who’s created for this?
How could you forget your first lover?
And in forgetting forget your call?
You have missed the giving end of take.
Repent!
Before one more is lost to the cracks.
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