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
Dream
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”
Is.
And even the clear mind picture
Is not real enough
Not colorful and not fast
Enough
Enough
And we the poets write
Uninterpretable critiques
Instead of saying “go back
To sleep.”