Awake,
and I spend the day
untying myself
from you
and every little thing
you hooked me to.
Attachment,
used to be
a means to our
survival,
now it’s nowhere near
the aid that it once was;
now it’s poison.
.
Concentrate,
and try to unwind
the wires and the tendrils
that wind their way around me,
into me,
and seek to take me over.
It used to be
not such a bad thing
to be assimilated,
but now we get homogenized,
lobotomized,
and drug off to slaughter.
Picking my way out of this
pick-up-stick
labyrinth
is torturous
and dangerous.
Shows how desperate
and deliberate
our connections have become.
Free myself
at any cost,
even as far as dying.
Living in this world
isn’t life;
at least,
not as I remember it.
Wander back
to my little safety.
In the evening,
I am broken.
Pulled so many wires
from my flesh,
I am perforated.
Spend a moment
blissfully free
from the creeping cables,
before I plug in
to the life I chose;
my perfect simulation.
It used to be easy to stay clean,
now we pick our poison.
The day is past
where we can just exist.
We’re part of the program.
It needs us,
but we will never need it.
The most important links
are in the eyes.
The heart should be wireless.
HG – 2020
