I wallow in my sleepless nights,
Typing away on this keyboard,
Sometimes it feels more like a page,
From my notebook from those high school days.

Where I would draw unend, ignoring science my best friend,
Fill up the pages with shapes and letters,
Where the lines define the universe,
Where people and stick beings intertwine,
With dancing letters some bold, some shy,
Lettering was also caught in my, little web,
Where a monkey does what a monkey sees,
Where limitless was just a level three,
My ninety nine was at a killing spree,
Then they soon forget as in time degrees,
Where fate was faked in an autopsy,
I guess that is what teenagers be,
A pack of animals, learning to be,
Human, again and again, I see.

Computer screen pulsating
With a blue feeling of vulnerability.
There is a death in the hours wasted
Cast in the trashbin outside existence.
The soon to be lost addresses you
From afar like an old childhood friend.

Computer screen claiming
To know where’s your place of belonging,
An alienation parasite feeds on
The frontal lobes of your brain.
The soon to be lost is sweet and loving
Prepares for you shelters from life.

Computer screen deforming features
Claiming to know, to care deeply
Unloading promises, nurturing futures,
A basic means against routine and apathy.
The soon to be lost is aggressive,
Fighting is futile!

Computer screen derailing
The sight into a state of numbness.
Simple! Easy! Fast! It’s done!
Efficiency by the bucket-load.
The soon to be lost is scary,
Corroding from within all possibilities.

Computer screen misleading eyes
With a bleak mist of wonder
Only the oracles can keep asking questions
Or googling answers.
The soon to be lost, a warning
The internal walls – collapsing.

Computer screen, devastating
Disease for the billions to come
No survivors permitted! A crisis’ peak!
Men hung themselves to find peace.
The soon to be lost is weird and tactless.
Are you burning?

If your brain’s not on fire
You’re not burning enough.

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Moments notice, temporal  sign posts,
shifted meanings and twigs of broken memories all standing stark,
as white lights of embers glow, slow to realize the masses continue to wonder.
Eyes blazing in the giggling realizations uncanny calling out,
of the in between, as many of us glean and glimpse.

Have you oh wondering soul heard? have you oh simple soul seen?
If so what is it you have grasped of this altered edge of oblivion? fair the a well spring of signs to set your heart and mind free?
Or only to cast your gullet into eternal slavery, under the cutting reality of a cemented view?
Flowing edge of the swells this temporal cascading do cause the light do play in the reflections truth of stability abound in focus and vibratory standards , counted and measured only in the minds eye and the hearts manifestations of excepted adherence to a collective?
Or have you , or I , us sad and amazingly fickle souls found the true sound of sound doctrine?
One of truth , love and understanding? For seems this dear hearted friend, is far from the end, though not the beginning unless the glimpse of it has been felt and rendered assured in your own heart, least we get ****** again from the very, very distant pasts start.
So, it is asked yet again, where do we stand in this torrent and gelatinous time of man? Or shall we start all over again and wonder how tech can strip and manipulate the core and essence of a man and his absolute grasp of what is changeable in our entire past?
Or is it merely and simply just that we are all on the very edge of our dreams in this construct of a thing?