Shrouded in cosmos, universal disguise
An episode gone rotten turn off your TVs
Many have fallen from big screen disease
Wiry instruments electric creation
To nature no more belongs fleshful sensation
What was it like to taste human tears
To run around naked and wither our fears
To be two figures, shadows of dust
Wallow in the fiery blue weathers of lust
Lifeblood flowing the seed fully spent
The two fledging lovers to nowhere went
This is our cycles insignificant course
Split from its full into halves and then fourths
Now we've fell forward forgetting the danger
To cut away the newest of strangers
Have the stars gone out, will they leave us blind
Not for me and my friends and a few of our kind
-John Edwards