An Age of NeglectAn age of neglect, Saw the small plot untended, No footprints in the narrow, muddy trail, Leading down to a field of daisies, To the faded grey stone memories, That stand to testify, To an era before when small feet, Frolicked in the fields and made chains of daisies, And placed buttercups under smooth chins. Among tombstones scattered like dragon's teeth, Dandelions have arisen and ferns, too, And violets and grass and vines as well, To grace the silent stones That bear silent testimony As they stand below the trees And next to broken shale with fossil ferns, And beneath the ever blue sky. That nothing truly stays dead.
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Quantum WhitenessFire carbonizes paper An earthquake shakes the plaster Blood smears the alabaster And the white is no longer white We mourn the white But what is white Was never really white It was just a spectrum It was many, not one... A quantum figment Of our imagination. Dark Clutter Scatter BatsThe light oozing ultraviolet Casts dark clutter about Glowing scatter bats that fly And flicker with a pulse of life A pulse of hertz and volts. A time of neon wonder Iron horses and steel ponies Higher than eagles we fly Deeper than fish we swim But blind as scatter bats To the heartbeat of the earth. Not sure if we are here Not sure if we are there Our shadows walk the earth But we walk somewhere else... A land with neon wonder And a pulse of hertz and volts.
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