These days
the urgent message echoes
and doesn’t reach the ears in time.
Ringing hollow
in the time that we have left,
the worlds are lost,
for the ear has turned inside.
Far better,
it seems,
to hear the comfort
of the wordless prattle
that abates doubt
and firms ascension,
but when the time comes
to share the message,
it’s trapped inside.
Even the mouth has shut
and grown over,
for the speech is never shared.
Eyes once set before each day,
a vision unlike all that came before.
Left wild minds fumbling for explanations
and thus the story was birthed.
Never did one mind share its thoughts
with another
without the passage of time,
and work
and inscription
and description
and eventual suspension of disbelief.
But now,
we have suspended belief
and lies of all manner
become the state of trade.
And all people are in agreement
instantaneously,
fed the news directly to the brain.
Each vision is the same.
My words used to be lost in translation.
My thoughts once had to be refined
and processed,
before they became a thing.
But now, they are consumed raw,
by only outward mouths,
those with tongues still not inward,
convinced by the taste of the self.
HG – 2017
