The ether that binds Posted by Aaron Lorenz on August 18, 1997 at 23:17:30:
An ever present feeling of waiting is my center
It pulls me like the ubiquitious power
of the moon
on the tide
It lures me as the sweet smell of necter
calls the hummingbird
I am the hummingbird
moving ceaselessly, yet remaining still
hovering....where's the necter?
I live in a world of plastic flowers
and false moons
A cookie cutter nightmare
A lemming parade
Mankind tripped, now we're falling into the future
Grabbing at the coat tails of our Gods and Idols
As they stand cold and removed, backs turned
Having become sterile and impotent
By the incisions and dissections of science
Time is a commodity
Some have too much
Some not enough
Spend it, save it, make it, buy it
but use it wisely
because it's running out