Civilization.
History.
Power.
Fabric
of the
civilized,
woven.
Woven
by the
few.
Power,
narratives
controlling
the masses.
Each thread
drawn by
those who
control.
Modernity
believes
what it’s
been told.
Universal
knowledge
contrived,
injected.
The
mainstream
abs­orbs.
Shaman.
Priest.
Philosopher.
All,
bend and
fold.
Personal
vision.
Control
the mind.
Generations
contorted
to their
views.
Questions
seldomly
asked.
Reality
filled
with ancient
control.
The few
dictate.
The masses
follow.
So
civilization
constructed.
Modernity
obliged.

Receiver.
Where’s
existence?
Self.
Where’s
self?
Mirrored
reflect­ion.
Am I what
I see?
External
construct,
locomotive.
Mechanical.
Is that
all I am?
Is that
really me?
Inside.
Blood.
Bones.
Organs.
Is that
where
I reside?
Behind
the eyes.
Is that
home,
where
my essence
holes up?
Nerves
synapse
grey matter.
Is that
how I
tick?
Where
am I?
Do
I live
out there?
Another
realm reside?
Essence,
spirit,
flowing
there to
here.
Mirrors
reflection
just a
receiver?
Being
animated
from afar.
Spirit,
signal
flowing
in then
flowing
on
when
the receiver
breaks
down.
Could be!

Outside
the box.
Awoke
in a
dewdrop.
Curious
little place.
Moving
to and
fro.
Spinning
in the
milieu.
Nowhere
else to
go.
Looking
out,
beyond.
Imagining
distant
shores.
Sailing
on a
mental
voyage.
Ethereal
vistas see.
Far beyond
realities,
as far
as minds
eye can
view.
Reflections
of the
infinite
blissfully
passing
through.
Just a
glimpse can
comprehend.
Outside
the box.
Taking
another
voyage.
Will imagine
once again.

Interface.
Consciousness
imagines.
Creating
reality.
Floating
apa­rt
from.
Above.
Staring
at what
it creates,
seems
real.
Casting,
directing,
starring
on
stage.
Imagi­ned
stage.
Consciousness
generates
stage,
storyline
actors.
All a
facade,
interface.
Reality’s
scaffolding.
Building
a unique.
Conscious
decision
one after
the next.
Author
of the
personal.
Reality.
No consciousness
no stage,
no show.
No personal.

Incomplete.
Five
senses.
Provided
with.
Used
to survive
the
terrestrial.
Navigate
the jungle.
Terrarium
existence.
What was
needed.
Looking
up, woefully
incomplete.
What’s
above,
not needed
for the
terrarium.
No senses
provided,
evolved.
Beyond,
infinite
in nature.
Staring out.
Bewilderment.
Unprepared
for what’s
to come.
To sense
it all.

Solace
for the
soul.
None
to be
found.
Modernity
unraveling.
Morphing
the brain.
Things
are
heating up.
Technology
running
amok.
Minute
by second
evolving.
Leaving
most behind.
Few
see it
coming.
Technological
tsunami
circling
the globe.
Changing
everything.
Out of
control.
Confusion.
Angst.
Rapidly
changing
terrain.
Shifting
­under foot.
Undulating
existence,
a blur.
Unnerving.
Tension
abundant.
Anger
everywhere.
Exponential
­change.
No end
in sight.

Falling.
Curious.
Everyone
sees.
Circling
the globe.
Light
speed.
All know
what they’ve
been told.
Instructed.
Mesmerized.
Brain screen
interface.
Pulsing,
pounding
flow of
data.
Brain
squeezed,
kneeled,
pushed.
Flowing
narratives
used­ to
control.
Simplicity,
done.
Complex,
exponential.
Hard to
handle.
War for
control.
Hard to
keep
up.
Falling
behind.
Out of
control.
Turmoil.
None
to
believe.