RareForm
Bluelight Crew
People sit in the daytime dark
And watch a Hollywood version of the
Dreams they construct while asleep.
Heads lit by a surgeon’s eye for beauty
As a two dimensional faces flicker
On the screen in front of them all,
Lighting this, Plato’s cave personified.
Shadows cast by muted bodies,
Held by this wonder, the fiction depicted
As a replica of a life, already illusionary.
The darkness forgets the surroundings,
As increasingly blank stares reach twilight,
Before the clock.
A single projectionist operates the light
Of glowing puppet strings,
Silent in the secrecy that lies out of their
Falsely contemplative view. (Collective reality,
Not objective.)
Feeding a misconstrued world through minds
That paid to see the magic mirror,
As it fails to create a more beautiful reality
In a blurry-edged reflection of the other truth.
And watch a Hollywood version of the
Dreams they construct while asleep.
Heads lit by a surgeon’s eye for beauty
As a two dimensional faces flicker
On the screen in front of them all,
Lighting this, Plato’s cave personified.
Shadows cast by muted bodies,
Held by this wonder, the fiction depicted
As a replica of a life, already illusionary.
The darkness forgets the surroundings,
As increasingly blank stares reach twilight,
Before the clock.
A single projectionist operates the light
Of glowing puppet strings,
Silent in the secrecy that lies out of their
Falsely contemplative view. (Collective reality,
Not objective.)
Feeding a misconstrued world through minds
That paid to see the magic mirror,
As it fails to create a more beautiful reality
In a blurry-edged reflection of the other truth.
