(no subject)
on “blue”
a recession of desire,
all sense of passionate currency
removed
how odd was it,
to see a french reflection
scraping her delicate hands,
against foreign brick walls
just to feel
something,
something other
than the pain
she was choosing
to actively ignore
surrounded by the virtual multitudes
of homogeny,
a generation stares
blankly inward,
awash and indecisive,
struck silent
by the digitized
infestation of infinite,
unfulfilling choice
should we, in refutation
discard everything?
pinch narcissistic white skin
until it bleeds,
to remember feeling?
compose the beauty
of authenticity
in the candle-lit room
of absence?
to hear the faint, earnest
heartbeat of free will?
"May I ask what you plan to do?" "No."
a recession of desire,
all sense of passionate currency
removed
how odd was it,
to see a french reflection
scraping her delicate hands,
against foreign brick walls
just to feel
something,
something other
than the pain
she was choosing
to actively ignore
surrounded by the virtual multitudes
of homogeny,
a generation stares
blankly inward,
awash and indecisive,
struck silent
by the digitized
infestation of infinite,
unfulfilling choice
should we, in refutation
discard everything?
pinch narcissistic white skin
until it bleeds,
to remember feeling?
compose the beauty
of authenticity
in the candle-lit room
of absence?
to hear the faint, earnest
heartbeat of free will?
"May I ask what you plan to do?" "No."