forested words,
engine emotions,
unwilling, un-trying,
in the untold
of where we
exist
in separate
pastures
in the same
room,
carrying water
to overflow
the fire,
while
presenting
a eulogy
to the area between
where safety
treats a shadow
with a name
as if a friend
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'a eulogy
to the area between
where safety
treats a shadow
with a name
as if a friend'..
had to read this five or more times, for my limited IQ to comprehend just how profound and insightful your words capture the 'far too ugly' - veracity, of our cripplingly degrading reality:
we lucky few with relationships to lean-on
do so, while busily marking out our own safety zones
families going for days without a word spoken between them
not out of animosity or lingering quarrels, instead
as our adopted natural state, huddled in-front of handheld screens
where strangers indulge our weakness to procrastinations - whim
and consequence is dealt with by a mere delete button
existing a mere backspace away - to that quick escape
from our abundance of ignorant mistakes..
who needs words like duty, integrity and introspection
in pixel screen realm's
where right and wrong, is just a matter of perception..
purposely regressing
our evolutionary need to progress - willingly
because cup-noodles are but 50p
and our tap water runs free,
why harbour ambitions
when we can dream-up our own solace
to that nightmare circumstance of failure
from a few sips of short-lived alcoholic distractions
or chain smoke those fears
into that polluting dust of marginalised regret..
soon: they will start surgically inserting circuit boards
in our heads - to counteract the damage
from generationally inept development
of our collective intellect
and the tabloids will be highlighting
jus how much demand surpasses - supply...
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