![]() ConditionA Poem by Mark
We came out from the trees, lived among stones
traveled down rivers to oceans so vast they seemed to drown the world What are we? We tamed the Sun and called it fire we tamed it again and got a cloud formed like a mushroom We built, we destroyed. We created, we killed. We make music and we dream dreams. We lie, we cheat We heal and inspire What is this? Sitting in the air we can watch steel rubber-ed ants traveling grey ribbons We make tools to carve mountains and explore the ends of the Universe What is it to be human? Are we able, without similar alien intelligence, to know? We make gods, we make demons, we worship ourselves. Are there words to tell, music to explain what we are? How do you capture a consciousness seven billion live? we are short sighted, greedy we have vision and nerve we harness and enslave we set free while we are often chained Never satisfied too often satiated We live only with and among ourselves seeking and, when we find nervous and itchy we move again. Sweet dreams dark nightmares Warped and shaped reality bends to our perceptions; will it finally define us? © 2015 MarkReviews
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11 Reviews Added on December 11, 2015 Last Updated on December 12, 2015 Author![]() MarkDallas, TXAboutI"m a gypsy born in New Hampshire, raised in Alaska, schooled in Washington, raised a family in California. Recently settled in Concord NH area. Where to next? I don't really have to think about it, i.. more..Writing
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