Push the Button
A terminal crossroads,
sits tall in the frame of my brain,
Atop power pyramids, behind doors in the walls, off the grid.
Amidst crossfire and rage. Felt the guns blaze, through the fire and haze I emerge.
Older, fatter, gladder, bladder lackens, plugged in the system,
Sensible cubicles, fixed rubics cubes,
The meme gene and a screen between you and me.
We are moulded and told,
1 plus 1 is two,
two plus two is five dimes and chimes on the hour you spent,
a cash register chi-chi-ching! On that Mercedes Benze
to validate a quote of status quo,
I have stripped bare, for much more than this.
24 hours solitary confinement, complete blissful silence,
a heist on the hive, zeitgeist for the wise,
I hear you
Singing along to another pop song.
I have decided the colour of my child’s eyes, his size, disposition and ammunition too,
Superstition, premonition, a demolition of human condition,
I am fate’s fortune at stake,
And Here, the thick and heavy gloss across a host of different ghosts does glow,
Here in the peripheral vision, a collision of untold souls,
Each a piece laced in belief racing to speak stories of eons ago.
I am prophet and plot, the root of your art, the eye of your heart
The whole in your neck at the base of your spine,
born of proverbial, perennial, umbilical cords cut by the blade of my scythe.
I am a small grace note in this unfinished symphony,
the tapestry of talent, the myriad of minds, wired with buttons
I push them.
We never fall ill, we’ll never fade, we don’t die!
We become one, we mix. We stabilize.
We take flight! We’re reborn in distort.
Orchestrate focus, crescendo pounding, pacing, racing,
We are one common aim, we are in tune.