pluralism
your worst nightmare
makes noise instead of
preventing a mechanical galloping of
unintentional thoughts to come to an end
you’ve been sheltered from facing reality
a chance to look it up
will you give in to an uncertain status quo?
here is where no birdsong can enter
we’ve understood that much
plaster every biting breath of inadequacy
life’s puzzles fall down on a white sheet
a blank page of the unknown
like an alluring sensation
who has allowed sands to shift from underneath
a well-knit garment
who needs to talk sense?
no one
needs limits to become significant
even if omitting them takes a lifetime
even if blindness leads us nowhere
perhaps you are made to sacrifice more for less
what will remain?
I cannot see anything beyond
greed
and the only ambition that has led you here
has already died
no one excels in stopping
I scratch my head as I walk across to the nearest coffee shop
to drink my daily portion of delusion
another creamy cup of burnt espresso
where it once came from the ground
Trafalgar Square is steaming with welcoming crowds like always
Covent Garden bursts packed with tourists
It’s hard to squeeze through one solid thought
life never seems to stop here
it is a messy landscape
but it is closer to me than anything else I have ever seen
you seem to dwell a long hour or two
regarding questions of existence as slightly off-putting
everyone deserves their chance
what will be the future?
only the most predictable can tell
