Bugged

Embossed, pinned white on late Summer's azure
Thermals dancing, lifting bits beyond care.
Above warmly dying ground lofting pure
The lonely locked heart's aching -- never there.
We see'ums, High Noon's brilliant fireflies
Happily soaring carefree winged lies.
      They don't know.

Summer's end softly ushers their demise
Lofting, floating, fluffing their filling end.
No tears, no fears, ne need of pale denies
Dust o'erhead to dust beneath never pen'd.
Drifting to cycles' end gentle, unfeared.
Terror unimagined, never appeared.
      They don't know.

Riding hemlock's wave never to see me
Nor the dead decomposing office glow
Sharding souls to empty eternity,
Our cycle broken with no where to go.
Riding their air lightly, no need to care.
They'll return in other wings, no despair.
      They don't know.

Tomorrow's detritus soars high today,
Winter's black mud caked thick on heavy soles.
Techno separatists who can never stray,
The monitor's sickly blue glow controls
It's invisible invincible filaments
Deadens seenses to wondrous firmaments.
      They don't know.
      No.