Reanimation

Once upon an impossibly ancient, now petrified nest,
Two lovebirds lived as a feather, yet always in vain at best,
For the current twisted crests, of our often fallen flocks,
Have locked on hate’s faithless weathervanes in protest,

For before the wars warped the world’s way, we were blessed,
And we loved equally, but only shared our beds with favourites,
Yet today, love’s viciously vain versions are villainously restless,
For fawning over the infamous, we’re favouring fickler lips’ met.

So all of our hardened hearts will fly along,
But only for so long, so solo, under such duress, unfettered before,
Our chronic independences instill in us all,
Such lonelinesses we’ll be unable to sustain our isolations anymore,

And in deliverance, our cynical confidences in solitude will slide,
And we will diverge from our sad single lifestyle mores, to reunite,
And tour the continents of commitment and romance’s tidal words,
Where knights sung for ladies, but for brides, swung their swords.

So in preparation for the end, in an unprecedented universal love in,
All will begin to pair up as ones and zeros once again,
And by reuniting with our own soul binary oppositions,
We will finally be able to discontinue feeling so trapped from within,

Yes before too long, in unison, innumerable twosomes will blossom,
And the fields of empty longing will run barren, as love fairs better on,
For by recollecting the shards of our shattered childhood cadence songs,
We will be extinguishing fires ashen in karmic catastrophes common.

And by the stiff proud power, of our upshot hardened hearts now humming,
We will be fully embracing the bold beauty of simple monogamous loving,
Never again to be shackled by the alienating wanderlust of crush’s longings,
Now plaguing every man, woman and animal, addicted to fresher fawnings,

Yes, with our new manuscripts on living, we will be faithful and forgiving,
And we will wish everyone so vividly, back into the primal pining’s dream;
We will banish the banshees of subterfuge to the ends of human freedoms,
Choosing to reign in the dwindling dreams, and see them lit more readably.