The screen frames the faces of maddening chatter. Full of opinion heroin. Commentary vultures picking the minds clean of reason. Filling the air with word junk and fear driving the rational into the paranoia. Paid by media money. Prime time. Power. This time. What you see and hear has no root in the discourse of reality. Those wanting in on it are strapped with a political dowry to marry the pundits of power chaos. Their secret order to align and begat progeny to meet the demands of party loyalty. Leaving cursed generations that are disposable and enslaved to debt that was demanded as the collateral to play the game.
The omens mingle with the daylight. Casting shadows along the mind roads. Wandering in dreams held at arms length. Breathing the myths in long inhales in hopes for exchanging clues into the blood. Moral entropy is the dust the blots out the horizon. The wind tosses the long grass creating waves that ripple cross the open fields. The blue sky holds it’s position and waits.
At the cross roads the signs read, “There” and “Here”. The one on the ground says, “Now”. The heart thinks it knows the right choice. Muscle memory hears the whisper of broken songs. Clouds grow in the anticipation of mind storms. Precipitation gathers in the eyes.
Memories ghost the present moment obscuring the view. Twisting directions to fit tentative navigations. Shoe laces are undone. The sun leads and the day ends in reds.