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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]

This Day

It was supposed to be sad,
this day,
remembering him.
Not like this though.
This I can truly say
I had not anticipated.
Although I don't know why.
My attention was focused on the past
I assume.
All evening I've sat here.
Drinking my wine,
smoking till my throat is dry,
then drinking once again.
It just doesn't seem right,
somehow.

An explosion might have sufficed.
Some momentous flash of blinding white light.
Something spectacular.
Something.
Anything but this.
Fourteen years ended like that.
It just seems such an anti climax.