We dozed smugly
In our cool detachment.
Our revolution never came.
Money dropped between the cracks
Diluting any sense of common plains.
So that,
If I had a dream,
A wish,
I would not share it.
Not with you.
Pretending things aren't
What they seem,
We move in a stream of constant variation.
Unsteady on our feet,
Straining our faith
In the sinews of the true.
So that,
If I had a dream,
A wish,
I would not share it.
Not with you.
As we prosaic brainwash
Each other,
Into trying to find an even keel.
Reframing the narration
Into a cartoon movie reel.
So that,
If I had a dream,
A wish,
I would not share it.
Not with you.
The sentient algorithm agent
Watching me
In the two-way mirror.
Faustian tech giants
Guiding my hand,
Seducing out my
Will,
Thought by thought,
Dream after dream,
Piece by piece.
YOU ARE READING
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PuisiWords arranged in a funny order. Poems about my view of reality and how my inner fantasy world colours it with strange tinges. I love discussions about concepts and ideas so please feel free to comment. © 2018 Brian Lynch
