So strange
This world
So strange
Sometimes

Life depicted
So happy
In items
Advertised

So busy
Looking out
Ads bleached
With subliminal
Messages
Magnified
To no end
Sometimes
It's easy to
Forget
To look
Within.

I get it now
What's really
Going on.
I've decided
The system
We live in is
A computer system
We exist within
A network of
Branches
Far reaching
Our framework
And skeleton a
Matrix within
The system
Our inner
Veins the wires
The blood
Pumping within
The system
We live in

all my stars were black holes
all my light points dark pits
plain to see in hindsights redshift

this thin sliver of me
amid the spectrum
of rage and depression
fights on valiantly
stopping the needle swinging
too far in one direction
atonement or atrocity
two paths one destination
self destruction guaranteed
explosion or deflation
erosion or erasure
my gauge for engaging occasions
will always be
this thin sliver of me
and its quest for equanimity