What happens to us?

The world rolls over a couple of texted messages
Imprinted on virtual concrete like a hopscotch on the pavement-
Human feelings that have played with each other
Shudder waves peaking, excited by natural harmony

In the self-imposed mutism
A big shade takes over
Not just the innocent memories of the like,
But the very notion of future.

It's odd to swim up in our own judgement
And picture a desiccated land
Lying ahead like a bat corridor
That pours out the echoes of our voices
Distorted, after they hit the synthetic walls of our minds.

The simple act of holding the internal blood of your hand into mine
And feeling its pulse tuning
Feels of a much higher importance
Than it would, in a normally operating environment.

We withdraw into the flesh of our bodies
And listen to the sounds of our silent default system
Finding ourselves exploring the old with strange new eyes,
Like we're the first humans to ever been born

Moreover, we co-opted the most brain-gifted
To carve this scene in historic stone
To the exclusion of all.

What happens to us?!

29.05.2020

The 5G Ballad

Rainbows and lightning are all after you,
Run for your life or they will pierce you
Corona discharges invisible needles
Like arrows they fly towards your candy giggles
A purple glow orbits your head.
You're encircled.

White matter and plasma acquire vibration
The wave is too deep for you to still sense
Fundamental decomposition and oxidation in glow
Begin...

But you can't tell anymore what they mean
And beg us to let you inside the electrical dream
"We lose him"... words converge from the  halls
And I can't stand the helpless discomfort
I got to think of something,
Of a way to reconnect you
To reality.

The ground?
Yes... Forget about the shiny stars right now!
I grab your indecisive arm
And you collapse on the ground
The purple glow dissipates,
The dreams, the visions, the worries
Return to baseline.

You open your eyes like a newborn child
Reaching with your pale arms towards a tuft of grass
It's green, it's here and it is alive
It's grown from the flesh and blood of our heirs
For you to rely on and to follow its path
Towards God's true breathing circle.

May 19, 2020
- to Mr. C.G.