Within the hole
We slide, we fall
The power comes
From something else
We need to share our joys
Our pains with other
People that we like
This constant need
Of social beings is
What makes us
enjoy the life
The thing is that
The local niche
Matters way more
Than memories
Or things we did
Back in the the past
But in the dreams
Or with some beings
We are one together
The same thing
So we don’t even need
To send each other
Lengthy texts
Too bad we still have got to eat
And feed the animals in us
But soon we will connect
Through dreams
Or even electrically.
Such local life
In global terms
ultimately
Is what we do.
So let’s not waste
More precious time
That only ends
Materially
I love the mystic
Painful love
That resonates
Within my guts.