The Sands of Time

The grain of the heartland was dying in swarms
of elliptical equations. While chemical abrasions
entered into all their veins. That seemed to be
the rage of modern age. Do you remember life
before it entered in...? Before the days of Viet Nam
and the scourge that they once called an Agent Orange.
Before atomic bombs brought cancer to the center
of these weary lives. Altering the core of everything.

Big business followed all the lies of those extremes.
Split it up, then sell it once again, at greater cost.
Don't give up, but give in to the maximum of every
marketing appraisal. Forced to live beneath some
other's price tag. Within, our very atoms split in two.
Dividing everything we knew into these endless particles
of mass that never really came to matter. No matter
all the rushing of the engines. Metal grating metal
into yet more particles. Too full of speed and
lethal themes of dying fearlessness.

Computerized, the length of life grows shorter
within internal loops that lapse and grow into
another fleeting sense of innocence no longer
ours to live. Feel it in your joints, all out
of whack; and oh, the spinal cord's abuse.
Sense it in the tension of your jaw, and there,
just at the nape of neck. Realizing that
mere specks of venom become killing powers
of life. Beware, they're floating in the air, just
waiting there for you. So far removed from
love of heart and soul.

The grain of the heartland was dying in swarms
of elliptical equations. While chemical abrasions
entered into all their veins. Parachuting from a high
of mind that never felt the real at all.
Inept, they waited for the final fall.
When all they knew began to crash,
right back into the bottled bliss
once named the sands of time...

? Michaelette ?

12/12/2003
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