July 18, 2015
Meeting the eye
that doesn't meet itself, comes
disjoint, out of synch, grows into
a vast darkness spreading like
wildfire on the prairie between looking
and thinking, a desolation place that
marks the viewing on the tiny screen,
big splashes off the vacuum sucking
quality for quantity, electrical chips flipped
from morn till eve on a long slope
of sun,
while narrow eyes
widen for their collective blindness...
"Let no thought intrude,
nor halls of head with
obfuscating mentals, spirit withering
on the arid plain....that no beast or
thinking man be a stick to measure
our ever deepening death."