I build a spiderweb of faces and get tangled in the names my mind is a library of dusty shelves and one visitor who lives but never leaves please don’t ask me if I have your social security number too I don’t and it’s not very funny to me to be locked in a cage of everything that the world forgets I’m not stalking you I am simply being observant because sometimes if you stop talking you can listen to the world around you I am the one who listens in a loud and overbearing world and this web of names keeps spinning obscuring it all until you forget me even faster than you forgot me before
A poem written about my mind’s affinity for names, written on a post-it in a time of great procrastination.
For a moment for a second I saw a shadow face in the sky.. Its eyes were made of pale light and false shine.. They were watching us.. One of us one of the same.. They created it all.. They ran everything.. Deep underneath.. And high above.. Their eyes could see us all in single moments of our own.. Each of them would have an equal to us all.. I was once part of them.. But then I fell asleep.. I have now awoken in the hills of forgotten eyes.. A place where their shadow shine eyes could not see.. They are called "The Hyperion." They map out all of our lives.. Earth is just a chess board.. For all of us to die.. A chess board where we are all of the pawns.. While they are the kings and the queens.. But one **** has made it to the otherside.. Unseen by them.. I will take them from the inside.. Just me as one.. Just me as everyone..