G.O.D.
June 17, 2008The phosphorescent reflection of the red gleam of the sunset
casts a dim shadow upon the pale-stained buildings.
____ wakes up to the sound of the alarm.
He does not want to get up,
exhausted by the monotony of everyday life.
Waking-up, going to work, ass-kissing, going home, going to sleep,
having sex, and the parties every weekend.
The impulsive splurge of live and let live.
His steady grip of time slowly deteriorates and weakens.
The monogamy of the silk threads of time wraps itself
around his bare neck — strangling him.
He gasps for air, making a soundless cry engulfed
by the echo of silence.
The streaming rain of blue droplets dissolve the miasma
of the traveling molecules on the tin roof.
The sounds of raging thunder on the backlit spotlight
of an empty sun fills the dense air.
He lies there on his bed
with nothing on his mind.
Empty and filled with darkness.
The world moves on.
The TV says that a man was shot by so-and-so.
President so-and-so put up a so-and-so…
Blah blah blah same old story different faces.
As the story goes…
He gets up and walks into the bathroom,
stares into the mirror
the amorphous beings with the innumerable
masks looks at him mockingly.
It has no form and has no face…
empty like the countless doppelgangers that he has.
A shapeless being imitating a shapeless being.
He looks on and sees nothing.
