Our desperate lives
entomb fancies
making us live
through what we would not.
I loved once
and lost,
I have loved again,
not to ease the pain.
I and I
make the unity of we.
Your voice reaches out
across the slipstream of our dreams
making them real.
The human race
dying out,
no one left to scream and shout,
I alone.
Only one rock
in a drifting tomb.
Earth-mother,
feel me
come to you,
open.
Come unto me
and take me in.
Being here,
getting there,
traveling through
cities of memory and desire.
We drift away
to other harbours
in the slipstream of our dreams.
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