Open Eyed Daydreams

Silverplaid walled cities, swords embalmed into rusted mounds of iron.

No one remembers when the last wielder implanted their last drop of life into the Earth.

Chainmail scars cover the past we left behind, and e-mails chain together the bonds we thought to find.

A macro utopia serving micro chips of hope.

We all lost ourselves to the Koala within our souls.

So when we see others' Fangs exposed, it's a surprise since many of us have forgotten we have them. 

Here comes another microchip, chaining us to our emails.

can anything pull our necks lower than apple behind the HD screen projecting escapes we prescribe to ourselves.

Can anything make us blinder to the Here and Now than a “ding, you have 24 notifications,” or 

“ X artist you're following on Y media posted 2 minutes ago, see it now. “

And we wonder why we wander around feeling tired, your face is booked to Z out.

Can you see the side of the box that comfort locked you into?

The promise of the latest shopping trend might become your following household item.

Did you even use that blender you bought so long ago?

Or were you manipulated by the commercial without - no

no , no, nooo, I mean

You’d know if you wanted something cause you wanted it,

no

one

else

made

YOU

want it,

right?

Right?

Hunger, sleep, dreams, purposes,

Have you

You

Have you

crafted your appetites?

Or

were your appetites

crafted for

you?

The enchanting middle ground between day and moment we call our home screen.

Are the brit and gridle that rob you of drive

and steal away you eyes.

though to build silver-plaid walled cities,

embalming swords into rusted iron mounds,

to supplant the wielders'last drop of life into the Earth,

someone one has to pay a price,

And your soul will do.

Make

Your

Soul

Do (******)

Will

What

Deeds ( O*d*rs )

Says ( h*ve )

Your

Master

( F*r Y*u )

Says the shadow inside your home screen watching you.

So, why would I ever say a thing.

If you love voyerism so much, keep on with your posting.