second symphony of nothing
in negative minor....

release the thoughts and drench my eyes in passive waves of manufractured device
connect and control the seemingly endless supply of emotional distress,
wage war and false hope against the opposing forces and our natural defense mechanisms
segue not real in anticipation of it
if the eyes dream in partial magnificence
and we as outsiders are mere perceptions and external voyeurs
if this is the truth and all else is false, and what you see....
is merely a reflected projection of what you are ?
if this is true and all else is false,
if this is a manufactured moment of time...
segmented and devised / created from pre experienced history or dreams
this moment is empty and dead, enough with the