We are
a chain gang.
the Internet
our uncommon bond
linking us one by one
–even when you don’t click–
to a global database
masquerading as
an interesting diversion

 
Did I say interesting?
make that:
invasive
color that:
empirical
rephrase that:
insidious

 
instructor
barking out
CMDs
and insisting on
CTRL
of every, every
goose step forward
unseen feet
knotted
to hangdog heads
take
–tripping
misstepping
not noticing
enthralled by
subliminal suggestion
of
a world that doesn’t exist
–doesn’t pass the tactile test
(olfactory either)
but
does move merch.

 
Deemed better for us
than actual interaction, let’s
remember:
there is power in numbers
but weakness in division
which,
link by link
we are.

I spent

2/3 of life

asleep…

living unfettered

for the
 
rest

~behind closed eyes~

who’s to say which world is real

and if said—

with what credibility?

what IS real anymore, dontcha wonder?

you find your own truth

imbue your own meaning

and even mob mentality

is subject to perception…

The best thing about

this fraction of

“real me time”

~besides the flying dreams~

is the knack for waking up

before impact.

before shoes drop

before hands grab

&

hammer falls

Something that doesn’t happen in

the waking world

sleepwalking thru

these smothering

times

the third

(when the “we” doesn’t rouse)

the better realm

in which to believe.