In A Marquez Dream

I counted 3 maybe 9 or 17 billion dwellers of the mind
none in disguise in a field of tar
in a Marquez dream I devoured my time
and when I woke up
for I had to wake up
My genes were taxed.

And all mantras poked fun at the words emerging from an incoherent void
with odor and shape plus the luxury of taste
there were obsessions for everyday
I expected some nostalgia and an impulse before
here I find me somehow smiling
We were in the future now.

The dispute brewed the concern grew
there were those ready to assign others worth,
The coverage of the roar didn't matter much
All bigots have a calling some wear uniforms
and it's a pretty
yes it's a pretty
burdensome cloth.

I turned into a phrase from my Descartes days I felt quoted but not embraced
In a Marquez dream where my memory had leaped
I was dwelling in my my maze
I expected some nostalgia and an impulse before
here I find me somehow smiling
We were in the future now.

Nothing has been the same since you went away
Innocence just has no place
before its birth.

I got my optional forevers
I could love you forever
by chance I may agree
to never regret my own words.