confessions are self-serving

Tag: technology

Restless Legs

Most of us are awake
in air that drills hot lightning blue
idiot truths
all the way to the core.

I feel sorry for us, for the flesh anyhow,
imagine how the mind must try to make sense of it;
over a million years of natural problems
with natural solutions
and now this,

Outside quiet seeps soundless
inside my blanket and nestles there
like an animal from some wood
as I toss and turn
and my legs twitch
like crickets for want of action.

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I’ll keep this sweet
Because I’m sick of it myself,
Of grabbing hands out asking
And dithering musing public oozing
Fragile self-constructed images
The world’s been knocked out of kilter
Seen in sepia through a digital filter
Competing for no prize
Fighting for no cause
We only stand
In order to brag
To those still on their knees.