15 March 2018
09:33 PM

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In everything there appears to be a pure crystalline form

Chiseled, clear cut, categorised

Perfectly defined


We're one touch away from knowing everything and nothing all at once


Machines of habit

We're predictable, we're sequences and probabilities on a screen

Craving what we don't have and ignoring that we do

Seeing what's directly in sight and dismissing the depth

Imaging intangible possibilities yet living them through a screen


We know and don't care

We have arduously laboured over assembling a fortress in protection from fluctuation that we have unwittingly forged a cage

Lit by screens

Ruled by 'don't's

Deviation from living to halt death

Abruptly it did come, now slow does it wait

A blessing perhaps but for the dying, a curse


We uncover love so easily, so readily

and yet we lose touch of it so fast, despite our ever growing connections

We have knowledge

We have our memories to scroll through

We have lives to read about

We have inspiration upon every touch

We have it all a second away

Yet we spend our lives whiling away

In situ

Constantly buffering

k.g.

I’m a baby in blue
Mouthing the words on the bus to my favourite song about you

I can sing a perfect parallel of each voice
A parrot to every little note and twist  
Lyrics are stored in my head as neatly as an alphabetically ordered list

But my songs are not as sweet as the deep uneven sound that parts your lips
Getting caught in the disc of my ears, settling into each of the little dips

Ready to be replayed later, so I can tattoo the lyrics onto my conscious
I drink in every note, it serenades me into calm bliss, your song is flawless

I long to learn it by heart
You’re my favourite song

KG