I was told that her real name was not Jetta
and it changed something in the way of vision
As if she became less real and more of a pixel
map . . . .behind glass.
I heard that the one panhandled and paused
as if asking myself if I have the right to judge. . .
See yourself alone and scared. . .
Forever is but a moment in time.
and I ask myself how real can they be. . .
If I have never saw there smile in real time.
or hugged them as a friend to friend
Fellow humans in this vastness called Earth.
Are they just flesh to you?
If you met them and they sneezed,
Or seem less thern inclined to speak. . .
would you find anger in your heart?
Are they real? Or are they simply images,
O'the stories that are told mouth to mouth
across the vastness of human minds.
Degrading in the telling into a monster
The most insidiouse kind of lie.
The kind believed through ignorance to be truth.
She told me these words are not me
But she is wrong
All words are all of us,
A moment in time
We could all be eachother,
The mirror or the window
The victim or the criminal.
I feel the weight of the universe here.
All energy and matter
All will power and the idea called self.
and it changed something in the way of vision
As if she became less real and more of a pixel
map . . . .behind glass.
I heard that the one panhandled and paused
as if asking myself if I have the right to judge. . .
See yourself alone and scared. . .
Forever is but a moment in time.
and I ask myself how real can they be. . .
If I have never saw there smile in real time.
or hugged them as a friend to friend
Fellow humans in this vastness called Earth.
Are they just flesh to you?
If you met them and they sneezed,
Or seem less thern inclined to speak. . .
would you find anger in your heart?
Are they real? Or are they simply images,
O'the stories that are told mouth to mouth
across the vastness of human minds.
Degrading in the telling into a monster
The most insidiouse kind of lie.
The kind believed through ignorance to be truth.
She told me these words are not me
But she is wrong
All words are all of us,
A moment in time
We could all be eachother,
The mirror or the window
The victim or the criminal.
I feel the weight of the universe here.
All energy and matter
All will power and the idea called self.