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
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