We've gone mad
Going to madnesses
Carry on surviving
These new asphalt forests
With glass trees, mean streets
The birdsongs gone
Passed on to Extinction
Replaced by man's Machina
Armies' replicas

Inviting aliens with solid gold
The lushious abundant sounds
Pre-recorded,
"Hello what ever is out there, we are here! We welcome you to planet Earth."
HUNGRY?

We've lost our minds
Having lost our soul
We carry the madness
Like gongs from the Bell tower.
Carrying on surviving
Half alive
We're facsimiles of ourselves
In fat fake forests with
Coal-black rivers
Sand as the concrete sidewalks
Hard as war's urban jungle
Amidst viruses, flooding, wildfires.

We go to imaginings
The weight of bones
Of human quivers,
We go on to dream...
  I made not Had, upon
  A river's bight
We go to hoping
When we at last stand still,
That I have loved ones who wait
Behind the hill, taking me home
Away from the madnesses
those Gone surviving. Hope you are not alone.
Alas that is what madness exactly was,
Tomorrow, who knows?
Take a bridge of light precisely at the time
The clock of stones at sunrise,
No madness in the eye
It's at the foot of heaven where loved ones wait...

P.S. be careful not to lose it.
Your light inside is key. Yes way!