Mechta, the dream – a poem

Recitations of Beat poetry,
Half rhyme made to work,

Part sung & spoke every

Possible halting way, a dream

Written into the air, rarified.

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Mechta, the dream lives, short-

Lived yet enduring a long time,

Paragon of drive, realise, a sign

Of the clouds yet to be caught,

Ensnared & set to work, thus called.

*

We all need dreams of song,

Even if they aren’t sung,

Voyeuristic vicariousness turned

Into fuel for the solar powered mechta,

Prototype of all archetypes born.

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That which is born must ever die,

Né to korosu, the tower sign

Rings, calling all dreams to fly,

To soar, wings spread, eating time,

Mechta explodes, declines…& lives on.

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