Try to catch my reflection
In the explosion of broken glass
Approaching my eyes

After we no longer had film cameras
But before cloud based backup
So many childrens' photos
Disappeared out of memory
Out of existence
Those early digital photos
We didn't back-up.
In 2102,
When they teach about
Life in the 2000-earlies
They will probably use
Photos from the 1990s or the 2010s

Jumbled mix
miracles
mirages
echoes
and self delusion

Who is authoring the other delusions
And who the non-delusion
(if non-delusion exists)
?

Time erases everything
Eventually
But our secret programming
Our collective high hopes,
Frightening ourselves into
Something
That beats time.
Belief in both miracles and mirages
And everything is erased eventually
We fight on behalf of our wild unconscious hope
Even entropy could be undone
With enough time

Me on the truth serum alone in the night
My one companion and tool, the tape recorder
Fighting so hard to survive this trip
And treat my slow-motion suicide disorder

The vampire takes blank selfies in the mirror
Attempting to be seen
In their frame of reference

Now he walks around craving approval from idiot ****
And it's so below him and they'll never notice him
Like a once-proud vampire posting blank selfies
Trying to be seen