"Something has to change,
Boredom's not a burden
Anyone should bear…”
- Tool, ‘Stinkfist’
Finally, what bound us can bind us no more.
No more would those heralds
Rattle the bones that uphold Adam’s Cargo
With their talk of the coming catastrophe.
All this intuition around us,
Sealed in unique flesh envelopes,
Finalised with their dreams and their hopes.
How much do we walk past them each day?
The torches we’ve been given to bear
Have set flame upon the fabric of connection.
That which was woven among us all
Has made us numb to communication.
Each man a marvellous flesh wrought
Package of ardour and passion,
Has had his fire within extinguished
By the raucous waves of the Sea of Life.
What has led to us becoming ourselves is indelible,
That portion of life lost is irretrievable.
Yet what remains of it is in our hands
To weave that fabric once more.