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Zagar and Evans
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.
Real Mi Dia
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.