Even with all the love freely available to us,
The world‘s just getting too technically complicated –
And, since that’s the case,
What heroine will finally be able to cut through
This great Gordian cybertronic knot?
We’ve been marching along, carrying papier-mâché gods out in front of us –
In a dream-time parade.
It’s snowing –
While, at the same time, it’s been quickly melting.
Our words for meaning,
Unfortunately, have lost all their original meanings.
A fluttering of wings
Suddenly surrounds us –
It’s the crows – who’ve been waiting –
Their calls so loud
We can’t think.
Thinking about this one…
Mary Jacksteit office (301)270-5561 cell (240)271-6004