Tuesday, August 28, 2018

Some Gossip for the Voiceless

The sun shines palladium today
The trees are as metallic as the sky
The cars have come to life
Through some quicksilver trigger
And the living things have settled into stone

All things known have a way of coming undone
Mind fluctuates from black to white
As if one then the other is the whole
'Til what is seen deceives
And what is not
Clamors in the leaves
To be believed

For it is you
Neglected and unrecognized
As if you could exist as simple shadow
A form as on a screen folded from 3D
A thinking blink of energy
In a bulb without its eye