Loneliness

I saw the total separation of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned disconnectedness.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the disconnectedness,
Gently they go - the entire, the unconditioned, the aggregate.

I saw the inner unhappiness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned sadness.
Sadness is privileged. sadness is intimate,
sadness is intrinsical, however.

I saw the zany happiness of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned contentment.
Now cuckoo is just the thing,
It gets me wondering if contentment is clawlike.