I cannot remember all that I had believed
everything I thought was right and important
is old business to those coming up
who have no inkling of the world from where I came
who think I grew up in some world of meaningless illusions
that cannot avail against the unliving mechanical clanking
of the material realm in which the remains of their souls
will devolve
good-bye good-bye good-bye
like animals your eyes will close
your living will end and you'll never know what you're missing
such is the New Age that has built a wall
between the soul and the body
or rather those of this New Age who have no idea of its true meaning
and can only be gathered like falling nuts and bolts
into a mesh net to be hung on that very wall
unbothered by memory identity or being...
Content (c) 2008-2011 Philip Milito.
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