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[Burnt Sierra]

Resurrection Dream - Part 1

Paris Texas taken to technological extremes
Communication without pain.
As we type
We watch you
Your movements
Your smiles
We hear your voice from our speakers
We can say
Whatever we want
No fear of reprisals
You don’t know who we are.
Are we in search of a life
Or just passing the time
One thing I know
You will live forever
Deep in my hard drive
This is my Resurrection Dream.

I like to turn off the volume
Listen to music instead
Playing along to your disembodied dance
Aimee Mann telling me I have no choice
Softly in the background
At times like this
It’s easy to believe
Your words appear on my screen
Giving me connection
You answer what I type
Who needs reality?
I can smoke without complaint
Let’s face it
You can’t smell it
My window’s wide open
The trees blocking the graveyard
Letting the spirits listen to Aimee
Whilst I feel full again.
It’s not a life
Maybe just existing
But it help’s to pass the time
Whilst we wait to be reborn
My Resurrection Dream.

[Burnt Sierra]

Resurrection Dream - Part 2

The midst of a sleepless night.
Thoughts, cascading through my head
refusing to slow down
tormenting me with their bustle.
A jumble, which I'm too tired to untangle.
On the bedstand, a cigarette
winking at me invitingly.
Who am I that I should resist its call?
The window is closed
I must have shut it before bed
now all steamed up from within
blurring the view.
I pull up the window, then pull on the smoke.
One of life's rare moments of pleasure
that lead inexorably to death.
The irony of this escapes me.
To fear death in the midst of this living decay.
This is my Resurrection Dream.
That I shall awake
and find this is real.