There are still things which evoke that sensation. Still. In this world of spectacles they amaze us every time and we reach to that start. Instantaneously. No cartoonish holograms, no interference, no diffraction, no extra ordinary technique, automatic devices nothing just nothing at all. Still.
Let me go
Come if you like
Come like the last hot day in a cold country
Come like the last rain of the desert
Come like the last winter of the hottest city
Come like the last song of the country of war
Like the last laugh of a kid in that country
Like the last rest of the wandering knocked off tribe
Like the last drop of the sea that dried
Like the last harvest of the depressed valley
And that makes me still believe.