Leap forward the meadow
An articulate sound
The seams of reality
Never glistening, seldom found
A life measured by pulse,
A radiowave battered kettel,
Cooking away the lines of vitality,
Reactions measured... detrimental
Lucid pauses and meticulous dreams
Human beings too orderly and mean
Crude machines too messy to clean
Life activated and misguided down-stream
An infinite amount of time to reflect.
A watch beating counter-clockwise.
My eyes are stuck because they never grow...
Leap forward the meadow