Remembering

Lord death raised his axe 

ready to claim my scalp

to go with out a fight with a million nameless others

I had become mechinanical

A hollow repitition

empty

deep in dream , I suddenly remembered who I was

with a jolt 

the vitally of my soul returned

Remembering  that small part of me

that could not be touched

Unnamed 

knew not shame

That climbed mountains

That swam in oceans

That loved the touch of the heat of the sun and the echo of the waves reaching  the shore line

That needed no other human being present to feel whole

The crowd at the concert was like a living wave

all a tune to one another , more than the sum of any discipline 

The beat, that feeling long buried replaced with guilt 

I took this to be myself

It was really a cruel lie

At last I could see it as such

 I will honour the deep tradition , but will hold no love for the singers of hollow words

There meaning lost to them

A passion worse than dead

As in them it was never truly born