Dystopia

I am the actor of a soul-stealing comedy

in which well-bred avatars ,court seductive 

models ,mass-produced by the happiness 

food chain ...

  Love is mandatory ! 

Doubt is a betrayal !

  Beware high-risk screening !

My mental wandering reflects the haunting

emptiness of a mask in quest of a face...

  Mirrors are loyal servants .

They know the other side of the picture 

of that other you .

  So good,so gentle ,softening the harshless

of your dreams ...

   don't lose your way down 

the path to dementia !

Reason is a deadly addiction...

 Mirrors are  silent  observers .

  They fil away the records of desperate shadows

that refuse to come into the light .

 The eco-psy ,looked at me 

with a compassionate expression 

and prescribed a course of rehab at Phobos 

covered by insanity health insurance.

 I am not a poet who writes verses to the glory

of divine mechanics .

I don't believe in the truth of alternative lies .

I reject the conventions of the sacred techno.

 I've been flagged for a concerning numbers

of prohibited words .

  I'm probably a genetic anomaly 

conceived during an apocalyptic road trip 

in the truth ...

  But I know,it's already to late to escape normality...

  No mirror looks into me anymore .

And that other self of mine is swept away by the reality.

 Manufacturing error of a dystopian world ...

On Phobos, I 'll finally  be allowed to be afraid ...