(October Second Ninteen-Seventy-Four / Grace Maternity Halifax)

Sensation Chasers

What be we at a basest of levels
but slave to sensational revels
fleeting moments tasted, tested
reflected upon and ingested
we're chasing feelings around
reaching for anybody vibrating
waves of pleasure, fields of free
short lived scenarios letting us see
found we felt for what was given
as we knew no other means to share
naturally we relatively offered heaven
but instead chose why not to care
for education filtered lost
calculated, duration cost
given to too many senses
caused us to lose sense
and bind into them
while discarding
our natural fit
be we blood cells
then we be white
as they heal
and chase
pain away
seek to rectify
unsound process
and facilitate
progress

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