20 Apr

by Justin Oberg

We sleepwalk

            Eyes closed

            Ears shut

            Minds off.

The hate we awake with is

            Not our own.

We are flung

            From the


                        Bliss state

And projected into the

            Paranoid hivemind

Our reality is lost behind

                        Glass curtains

                        Of plasma

                        And projectors

            And the imagination

            Has been replaced

            With “reality”

Everyone is out to get us

            And we don’t even

                        Know who “us”


And even the clear mind picture

            Is not real enough

Not colorful and not fast



And we the poets write

            Uninterpretable critiques

Instead of saying “go back

            To sleep.”

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