Stream of Senslessness

I remember a time when elephants slept in

Pastures and clouds caressed

A pale blue canvas.

 

Neither had a name,

but I knew what they were.

And Man didn't cry,

man didn't mourn,

man didn't lose.

Because he knew not what they were.

 

And our impulses weren't titled

They just motivated us.

We judged not he who threw the first stone

We either threw one back

Or walked away.

 

We didn't pray because the sun came up

And we didn't cry because the moon blocked it

We didn't know how to fret

Because we believed

In nothing.

 

But now we'll weep

For what has been lost

Though it was never given

We'll lay in pastured because

We don't remember our jobs there

Nor why we fell out of love yesterday

We'll laugh like we're enjoying the moment

All the mean while hating the life we fooled ourself

Into believe was worth living....worth living...living worth.

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[ottr]

i love the way you begin this, with images. i want more images and fewer abstractions. what does believing in nothing look like? and what about falling out of love?