We small-moon freaks and
Too-many-times passed-over clowns
Can be savagely beautiful together,
Marching proudly down roads country
And those loud with lights,
To an unfamiliar beat:
While you struggle constantly to
Engage the electron-gypsy muse
Each day, normally desperate to
Be part of some never-ending story-dream;
Hiding from the obvious blinding fact
That nothing will need to remember this race
When we lose our way, lose our place.
13/5/2013