How Does it Make You Feel?

A poem about the past ... and how we perceive it

How does it make you feel?

Should the Melody and Beat translate

Through time and space, a common state

In the dim orange glow of the past I reel

It is Virgin, Simplistic, Untainted in feel

Reversal of Moments nightly unravel,

The cynical Eye which years have embattled

No thought to be seen

No Specter be heard

the past is a shadow

a fraction

 a third

What sinister weight accumulates hence

What craggy device increases suspense

The hours and words, our culture a glutton

A horrible runaway mass of propulsion

Crushing simplicity with reckless momentum