, , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

As we walk inside this established mess

Our world of memory, of stress

Losing our hue to an uncertain degree

Yet firmly asserting incessantly

Ideas are easily misinformed by some

Easily spouted, touted with libelous fanaticism

All things arranged against a false backing

Lacking substance yet all too substantial

I watch with intrigue as lights flit and flicker

Lights making imagery with their spark of

Unseen things by most unless

Each sheen brighter than most know

Everything is highlighted against this oneness

An internet of reality

Only not the reality of false efficiency of

Eliminating what really makes things free

Every molecule dancing with energy

If you only knew you wouldn’t believe

Anymore ideas of uniformity

You might view some vestige of


Awareness breathes