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Where is it now?

Song and voice

Swirl around my

Yesterday head

There,

with hands

Of clean heart,

Sweet fingers

Fingers of Yesterday,

Move and handle

Things,

Like the gentle skin,

Of a gentle,

Baby

Come back air,

Come back song,

Blue sky,

White clouds,

Summer sun,

Sun,

Shine on me again

Take me back,

To a holy siren song

To a desolate loneliness

Please,

A harpsichord,

Plays,

Outside myself,

Above me

I see,

Tears drip

On my freckled,

Suntanned country,

Fresh face of utter,

Innocence

And I,

No,

I am not,

Alone, I am not

I Am here

Raise the dead

And be it gone,

Kick in the face

That of what is,

Evil

That is

Of what is the greed,

The murder,

The followers

Of death

Yeah!

Stay afar,

I mention not

Your name

Those that ruin

All that is good

Take me back,

There

To yellow stalks of wheat

Meadow larks

And grey clay loam soil

Twilight nights

Shining full moons

Dew on the land

Coyote wails

I wish and pray

Now I am,

On the forgotten land

Where i once stood

Time sped

Leaving me behind

Hurled and ruthlessly threw me

Down

Cruelly hurt me

Now

The former

Is choked,

Overrun,

By the bad deeds

Of heartless

Thoughtlessness,

By the noise . . .

Trampled,

By the shallow

Of rushing beings,

Captivated

By cell phones,

Images

Constantly flowing,

Flitting

Crushing,

The past

Nostalgia murdered,

By the shallow,

The rush,

The warning signposts

Of yesterday ignored

A slow death

Enveloped

By the deceit

Of that "we will never

Die"

Til it comes

For the thought,

Of the present

Is,

Tomorrow will not

Ever come

'Til,

For those that

Seek the tik

And tok

And the platforms of

The Apps

The world of flickering lights

The ubiquitous

Media

Transfixed

Glued

Take a breath?

Break away?

No,

Perhaps

To wake

To what?

Not until

The electricity

The components

Of the virtual

Are cut off