Down the dwindling
spiral of the rabbit hole,
past the spiritual madness
of conspiracies unknown,
past the perfect delusions
of finely manufactured truth,
past the triumphs of bloodthirsty kings
and the ruthless ignorant,
past the whirring generators
of pharmaceutical high anxiety
and the hypnotic bliss
of senseless propaganda,
past the pixelated memories
of misspent lives
on this prison planet
of tormented souls,
and fired deep inward into
the vacuum of uncharted space,
I have been somehow delivered
straight to you
and our one chance out.
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2 comments:
I love the way this poem hurdles you straight toward the abrupt yet positive ending. It's got movement and life. Great work. Looking forward to more!
This really stood out to me "past the perfect delusions
of finely manufactured truth" as I agree completely. Sometimes it seems masses of people are living with their eyes closed, almost like robots, following the path set out for them by society, mass media and other industries. Many people are just falling for it all and not truly living their lives to the fullest or discovering what that means. The other thing you said about "pixelated memories" - wow that definitely captures our day and age perfectly. :) Your poems are incredibly insightful - thank you for sharing them.
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