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POEM The Ether That Binds An ever present feeling of waiting is my center It pulls me like the ubiquitious power of the moon on the tide It lures me as the sweet smell of necter calls the hummingbird I am the hummingbird moving ceaselessly, yet remaining still hovering....where's the necter? I live in a world of plastic flowers and false moons A cookie cutter nightmare A lemming parade Mankind tripped, now we're falling into the future Grabbing at the coat tails of our Gods and Idols As they stand cold and removed, backs turned Having become sterile and impotent By the incisions and dissections of science Time is a commodity Some have too much Some not enough Spend it, save it, make it, buy it but use it wisely because it's running out     -- Aaron Lorenz Follow Ups The poem is one of the most powerful I've ever heard. It signifies the decay of humanity as we pull ourselves ever deeper, always thinking we're scrambling up, but forever slipping downward. Even our protectors turn away in disgust at the corruption in our lives. --Andy The poem describes feelings I know intimately. I wonder though sometimes if time is running out or if we just feel that it is or are led to feel that it is. "'When' time is a commodity." -- Robert C. Cohen