An echo in the nearing stillness...
"Just why wouldn't you let it go?"
"How many times have I told you to shut up?"
There are more to it, than a simple conversation..
"In times you will know, just let it be for christ sake!"
"it was hers, not of mine!"
And the halls of mentation, once a cinema
drowned of the ocean still..
"Our voices is the perfection of a vocal chord.."
"a membrane that breathes of cordial delight.."
"Branded is our names and these seats..
thus we bought you..
..for a price"
Tell me thy waters still
I watch your reflection, and the voices seethe..
am I haunted whomever died, peers into my rear?
"would he dare to speak.."
"..save us, and from this dreaded horror...
I'd rate it a five!"
No mere spectator survives the ordeals
of a real world..
"Give me the ways of life, and I'd watch it again..
until porn and luxury instead..."
the murk slows a caterpillar
yet he finds a way..
nor sun that litters
a vision so profound yet elapsed in time..
-
a thick fog stirs the mind of the bog..
"Hit the ****ing replay, this movie sucks!"
"no story huh... just figments I guess..."
"I love coffee, but
the smoke that integrates the taste..?
as if suspended by a jerk.."
A stranger still strange
in a conch
aloft the boundless sea..
your voice..your membrane
from an vibrant coil
I drop thee now...
my channel to your imaginary T.V
&
your channel to my imaginary scene