Conclusions

a room full of breathable

air encircles me like a

visible evening darkness

floats around unnoticed;

a room full of furniture

up against the walls is

situated like statues line

the entrance to the Valley

of the Kings and Queens;

a monitor displays the

availability of programs

that can boggle the mind

with their illusions of

reality that flow from one

hour to the next similar to

Salmon moving upstream;

memories are non-existent,

fantasies supercede them all,

a makeshift  imagination

is worn on the face as if it

were some sort of alien

breathing device left behind

from their previous visits;

a room full of ideas stalks

the emptiness of our souls

every morning since birth...

we ignore it all because we

are too lazy not to, plucking

the vision from our eyes

when it fails to support the

conclusions that it needs to.

9 November 2021