Understanding Unplugged – a poem


States of blank disconnection, lost

Time swirls away without warning,

Lacking markers, no sign of when

Those minutes went, ticked over,

Vanished down the gullet

Of some monster.


How do the eyes lie so well?

Their stories are tales of tall

Imagining, translated from around

To within the skull, pieces torn

Lest they effect tenuous connections.


Lies in solid state society breathe

Of wisdom lost and the dreams soar

When fail the lines of sight to fill

What we wish to know, understand,

To become one with, to become true to.


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