Listen to the water drop,
no more
the noise is swallowed up by
pregnant silence
as the cold slides in.
A malevolent spirit
come to choke you out.
Isn’t it so
ironic,
that all those things you said
just seem to echo in your chamber
and you’re making sounds
that conform to your transgressions;
so indisputable.
I guess it is easy
to stand upon the hill
and bathe yourself in sunlight
when you’re
standing still,
not taking any fire.
A child in winter time
is old, now.
Alone and so lonely,
teeth are still growing,
complaining owes you, now.
Simple translations
become esoteric;
indisputable.
You’re in charge
and ought to be recognised,
but you’re only seeing
a reflection
in your hand held device.
It’s not even picking up a signal,
just replaying
all your old content back again.
You can’t recognize
the world you’re in
is just a simulation.
You’re just a line,
doing just fine.
The subtext is drawn,
the substrate designed.
The word’s on the page
and you’re just an “I”.
We’re math and a lie,
imagining time.
You’ve opened your eyes
to see what’s inside,
but you only see
what’s been left behind.
So obvious I’m
a trick of your mind,
illogical kind,
pathological crime.
So it’s all
too far gone
and I’m sitting on the outside.
I don’t look in
anymore.
It’s like wondering
what’s happening inside your television,
it’s not worth bothering
with something I’m not going to fix.
I guess,
it doesn’t really matter.
I’m just watching you
wrestle with yourself.
Convincing you
is entertainment;
your indisputable.
HG – 2018
