

Old LeavesOld LeavesOld Leaves
These old leaves Scattered pages of yesterday Beautiful against the time
In nostalgia smile Bitter stares and sighs These old leaves
No growth Nothing green No silk or wax beneath fingers
Dry as dust Fragile and lifeless The repeated rhythm of days
No pride in these old leaves Used over again
Leaflets once green
Passed under so many hands
Yet still clinging In near hysteria To the poets heart Are these old leaves


Trance de ElectronicaTrance de ElectronicaTrance de Electronica
In the blink of the LEDs The sound of the circuitry A lust for our creations Is born in
A bionic heart The beating life
Of this electronic age
Approaching toxicity The chemical imbalance We induce ourselves Delirious bliss of delusion
Freeing, in this grand new escape We revel in our seductive lifestyle Souls plugged in to the monstrosity Of wireless signal life-support
Brain waves on bar scopes Colliding; combining the instinct Of this species progress
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"Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea."
Yes.
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