Escape.
None.
There
is no
escape.
Tidal
forces
of what’s
to come.
Tidal
forces
wash
over all.
Pervasive.
Every
nook and
cranny,
it will
find.
No hiding,
none.
It permeates
all.
Orbiting,
wirelessly
impregnating.
Impregnating,
the mind,
the soul.
Group
think
coursing
the planet.
Enters the
eyes.
Enters
the ears.
Roosts in
the mind.
Fermenting
reality.
Bending.
Molding.
Shaping.
Shaping
discourse.
What’s real?
What’s original?
What’s planted?
Puppet masters,
controlling.
Controlling
all.
Pushing the
buttons.
Pulling
the strings.
Tweaking
free will!
Nowhere
to go.
Nowhere
to hide.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 14th, 2021 17:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 14
- Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
Comments3
Frightening! (I try not to watch) and live in my own mind a lot.
I like you see nothing to view out there. Thank you kindly for reading my work JP
But those of us who believe the puppeteers are wrong can often cut those strings and lead a real life.
Andy
Agreed Andy. For those of us who see what’s happening. JP
so intense, really liked the distilled minimalism
a concentrated version of your trademark style
such a fantastic reading experience
(in my humble opinion)
thanks for sharing
As always LBM you’re too kind. Thank you for reading. JP
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