Sunday, 17 March 2013


We are living at the tail end of the Twentieth Century
Where imagination no longer has the capacity to try,
Because intellect no longer can keep up
With barrage of pictures and words invading,
Last night, went looking for reason
Because nothing made sense anymore,
How far are they gonna take us
Before the push becomes too great,
When we wake up in the morning
And everythings gone,
Everything worth looking at
Erased from our eyes,
As paper turns into clouds
The trail of glistening strands,
When  the ink has dried
And things seem lost
Cross all divisions out,
Takes refuge in language
The politics of bardic dream,
If you can twist sound into speech
You'll still be a vapour that survives.

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