how many years later
i Still get Chills!
it's Yesterday!
All that Wild Energy
Screaming Strutting Gyrating
Pain & Plenitude
the Untamed roilings of Youth’s Eternal Call
to the Future to the Past
Why this moment? Why Now?
So Many
the Tortured Ecstatic Spirits
So Many
Looking Back all these years & years after
I see how much has Changed
how much Still the Very Same
We Knew the Stoned
the Stones
were Prophets
dancing and writhing pain or pleasure
Hard to tell
Sending that Manic Energy Forward to the Ages
of slow witted plodders Engulfed in silken chains
seeming Happy to Be So
Manic and twitching
witching Bewitching
electricity ZZZappping
we Always knew the Stones were Prophets
the mossed markers of Passage the mounds of Bone
Who will tell the stories
when the Wild Angels have all Gone
when the legends are Erased
from Stones
buried in green velvet and fronds of newer days
in leaves brown wet & rotting
mulch for What’s Coming Next
© 2021 pamela twining
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