jailbreak

30th December 2010

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what good are they

What good are they?

I’ve asked for help, but

They left me behind

It almost haunts me

A distant rhythm

Searching for something

I never expected to be, me

It found, some pleasure

Some bliss, something you lost, then

Found again, maybe a shape

Something flowing, off

My finger, droplets

Lost on the river

Swirling mass, brown blue

Crystalline molecules, dancing

Together like lovers, moving

To some hidden beat, only they

Can hear, so what can you know, of this

This hallow routine,

 Phantasmagoric ritual, seems

So fantastic, unbelievable

What’s next, another discovery?

Some smaller nothing, we cannot see

I’m wary of the future,

A thousand universes in my palm

We are the same infinite complexity

Never expected, human unimportance

Now the light is in my eyes

Shining true, blue, invisible

On the sidewalk they die,

Blacked by glasses, entertained

I look at the children and cry

Has our ignorance abandoned them

To die? Have we all be left behind,

There is something in the food

There is something in the water

Wait for poison, wait no longer

Wait for death, for it takes time

To be killed from the inside.