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| 'Death Eavesdropping on Lovers' by Michael Hutter © |
inside the matrix
what is the matrix
why is the matrix
I keep having these movie clip moments
passing me by as memories
fading in and out
cries lies and digital recordings
of what passes as conversation to myself
I type things
hope for beauty
to find me
a dusty toy
a forgotten shelf
is this world a certifiable sham market place
money changers skin walkers bone thieves
all we believe to be sold as reprieves
they say, evil minds are plotting
with conditioning sorcery and all that jazz
but have we any clue
as to how decency left me
or you
alone in the dark
crawling the low tides
wet sands broken glass
the blood and salt fines
pain in the algorithms
married curiously to bird song
and in particular gulls and crows
gullets full of all we leave behind
trying ways into sunlight again
clouded sky, high minded wry
rain or snow, Spring be damned
this year it seems
seasons are blending
all into one
long tourniquet
against the bleeding out
of my humanity,
maybe yours too
who knows
why
do you
want
to get high
with me
and try
to figure it all out
while we fuck away
the near future
filling on dreams
scented with almost there ...
EJR ©
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