.blink.

walking with blinkers on

flickering light

keep your eyes open now

see what you might

have heard or felt or seen or done

closing shadows on the run

open mouths and desolate hearts

clean shaven spectrum

bleeding gums

kept without answers

solved without questions

treated like problems

shoved away out of sight

caffeine hungry eyes

squinting desperately in the light

exercising on staircases

and escalators up high

beyond the tunnel that shoots them through

the never ending lies

calling upon loved ones

to help them out of the deep

'pull me out please!

it's too far from my reach!'

but it's far too late for retrospect

far too tainted intellect

correcting wrongs never righted wrongs

squashing insects never made us strong

beyond a hint of a doubt

comes an endearing pout

that separates onus

away from its spout

but away from all of that

is a question that remains

something scattered, leaving traces

in the spaces of our brains

and by spaces it might not just mean

the paces between two places

but a collective entity of being

that widens as it interlaces

so if channels exist within channels of channels

and vibrations rebound off of television panels

then why are the channels showing us condensed magnetism

made only to spread disdain throughout our own organism

and if this reality exists only to dismiss

the importance of our happiness

then why don't we change the channel

before we blink, and miss it