Inside the Projection Room
by @olga-valerevna
A screen was posted on a wall, the corners of my mind
Were stretched so very thin indeed, reverberating time
And vapid personalities then danced upon the veil
Attempting to impose themselves as those who never fail
In perfect step with everything, their tendencies align
Allow for new anatomies to form upon their spine
Collect, repel, reorganize with regular delay
I cannot tell you what's become of every single day
To calculate would take too long, the change of pace too much
And I've become immune to what is parallel to touch
See, I have learned their song by now, I've memorized the beat
Its rhythm pulses fervidly, intensifies the heat
The space is filled with every breath of those who write the notes
A call to those who cannot keep the music in their throats