I am the pain that resides
Deep, so deep inside
Inside America, the great
I am the American heartache
From a deep, old, long ago
Copious fields of cotton across Georgia
Through and beyond Jim Crow
To a new technologized New York filled
with streets of gold
The sullen heart still aches
The fabric of surreal
Technologized ecology appeals
Primordial mind ecstatic feedback loops
Bio-computer troops with baboon raids
Lurching software and mime sized
Memorandums, the turbulent data
Of an info-stratosphere equipped
Now to soliloquy the socialized soul
Through role-playing our baffling banter
The mystique of genderized alphabet
Polarities plug into an epic rewiring
Filmscape where magnetic tape
Plunges through redated terrestrial escape
As archetypal haunted houses create
The shadowy undercurrent of fate