In the distant future
But not too distant
Man fashions
A machine
That does every thing
For us
For the trees
Imperceptible
To awe but sum
Living in passed tense
Eternal re-pose
Holding sway
In make believe lives
And unexamined lies
So bold over
Weather manner machine
Companied buy nerves of steel
No more tempting stripped ease
Fore incalculable futures
Re-buffed completely
In surging acts of sedation
Knot in any weigh
Quiet getting
What
We came for
Never more
Contrived
This poem is about the many falsehoods being sold as truth in the marketplace of ease and predictability. Such calculating contrivances pawn the notion that two half-truths are of equal value as a singular truth. While many such a fool’s formula are accompanied by beguiling animations, the lively hood they occupy is a barren busyness. Life is not a package deal that can be souled by gimmicks and machinations, no matter how inventive. There is no technology that can substitute for the disciplines of the heart. There is no security system that can supplant the the counsel of courage. There are no makeshift maneuvers that can unseat sacrifice. There is no peril that does not shrink before wisdom. There is no coercion that can do a way with liberty. There is no worldly power or unequaled minions that can equal trust. There is no status or celebrity that is the match of intimacy. There is no brand identity, fan club or religion that can replace true solidarity. There is no ploy that can stand-in for play. There is no narcotic that can super seed hope and dreams. There is no outsourcing of accountability. Reality will have its weigh with you. We must throw our counterfeits into the forge of Mordor, as the hollowed ring of power leads us to false thresholds, revolving adores that steer us to idol pastures and perpetual cowing.
