digibutter.nerr

[amnesiac]

This is a poem.

our open eyes, your closed mind
trapped in revolving doors,
we freeze in our dance
and examine our green world.
you view us with eyes like knives—
slicing; piercing; debasing.
you try to fetter us with words,
but the echoes inside of us persist.
you think you can force us off of the stage?
you and whose army?
your body, like gossamer feathers.
your mind, like translucent dust.
our soul, like spinning tires.
you think you can take us on?
inside, you are one of us.
we detach ourselves from the abode of stones.
we transcend the lifeless pattern.
we open our eyes and turn on the sun.
we see what you are made of.
breathe in our awakening air and
let oxygen fill your lungs and redden your blood.
let life come to your body and cut your stings.
you complete our house of cards,
and together, we crumble;
disentangled, disillusioned, and dissembled.