Pine needles inside; Outside holly pricks…
Tufted landscapes & roads of slick.
I recoil when the time comes round intent to make me sick.
Silent night snowing & packed with stars.
Go visit your source & examine your scars.
Pressure fires up all around you.
Like everyone else there…white knuckling internal wars.
Clockwork Heart & Clockwork Brains
People made entirely of digital remains
Nothing but what we’ve posted making up our minds
Nothing Guding our Steampunk Hearts but things we’ve “Liked” & “Shared” online
Our struggle to become what we are but cant yet see.
The missing site of our own souls brings instability.
We fight in the senseless & blinded conditions of our inner selves.
As one, our eyes open from sleep; it’s daily Life’s struggle into which we must delve.
Nature reclaims our atoms each all in good time.
It is Nature’s sovereignty over man that we cannot abide.
She is fighting back & may shake us off like water from hide.
For man cannot control the heat nor can he control the tide.