The Human Limitations

 

An agglomeration of factoids 

The inexorable march of thought androids

Wearing the latest hubris

On the steel lapels of cognition

A digital rendition  (Daisy)

The Creator’s face sagged somewhere near perdition

 

The  Trumpets in Leaves

He breaths, thoughts weaving

Chest, heaving

Trumpets in dreams

He beams

Out of REM: An idea?

Troubles in dreams

The page remains white

 

Bicycle thieves, escape

Blowing Trumpets, triumphant

Eternal Wonder, snatched

Past the concrete Watchtower, barbed wire and CCTV

The inconsequential suburban street. 

 

The Nocturnes play

Moribund and grey

Turn away from it all

He clutches his temples

and prays

To Two Gods of Two Dead Doctrines.

 

Litigate to placate

Piles of  paper have grown 

Virgin and untouched

Looser looser

‘When did I loose her?’

Parochial tee total 

The cracks in the  wall

Crumbling

Tighter, tighter.

 

The nihilistic swirl 

In an unreliable container

Utter senselessness 

Running through heavy rain

He dies screaming.

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