the lament

the bear who bore everything . the crow who thirsted for things . the snake of infinite wisdom . the man who lived . the woman who cared . the cat that meowed . the dog that wept . a mongrel of a dog indeed . the well that wished health . a prayer of poisoned preachings . a student who learned much . a seer who proclaimed what he lacked . the apple of thought . a tree of twitching leaves . each tale a reminder . of things that could have been . of things lived . and lives displaced .

tale of thousand themes . a theme for every thought . one of love and the other of lust . one that cared and shared thoughts of pleasure . much deeper than the one that flew above . much higher than the one buried beyond . much much misconstrued misshapen much more . the naked benevolence of myriad mysteries . conjured calculatingly with much care and feel . a tale of thousand themes . a theme for everything ever sought . one of love and the other fought .

the roots that wander far . to bring back sap and food . keep the fruits of our trees . well laden and ripe . the roots that dwell deeper . to bring to the surface of our depths . a memory of things past . beyond care or recall . a thousand odd things that shift shape . till our future becomes aligned . in the realms of our broken boughs . wandering roots bring back sap and food . we wander in like fashion . to bring back from our misplaced misconstructs . a twig of sanity many times misplaced .

hark at the daily heaves . heft and heave . heigh ho heigh . a twinkle of peals . and the inbox chimes . bright lit screens of glee . shared egos and lascivious prompts . heigh ho high low . backwards and forth the clock edges . dali-esque time melts . we heave further deeper . until the next generation comes under . we move forward . heigh ho move asunder . lest the march of boots . lead back to our prime . whence once upon our sins . we raised a world of hope . we heave and heft . heigh ho heigh ho . everybody up and prompt . heigh ho heigh ho . we shall yet be had .

the bear has fled . the crow flew past . the snake lies coiled unmoved . the man lives not without fear . the mongrel makes most . the cat cares not . a tale of sadness around . a shimmer of shine glazes on the apple yet . hunger bellows around . the smoke rises . hearths abound around . we come home weary . our boots in unknown lands afar . our roots wander far . they bring no news good or glad . we move asunder yet again . we let the bots beckon . mindless mutterings and rants of reviews . twittered and shortened . myopic meanderings of broken chasms . many of love . beliefs brought wrongly wrought .

our roots lie closer . we eat what we are fed still . we rejoice in discounted fares . a pleasure for our dreams . our dreams for theirs . we barter in jest . we banter with our id . we lose not yet . uber plod . a thousand miseries we cut down . a thousand more we place deep . to nurture in our fears . we forage and heave . we let go and crave . we live within . we soar without . be all be true . we are yet to be . what we have let go so far . heigh ho heigh ho . the bells chime afar . we march across . we tweet all . facebooked from friends . foes instagram us all . whatsapped groups of prose and peers . mighty muscled muted notifications . stymied sharpened sheaths . naked barbs benevolently thrust . deep where it hurts .

we know . our roots are not far . from yours and all that you care .