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One word and I am half asleep
Mind has left-brained candied haze
So, I gave control
Willfully abandoning any principled stance
Half-truths lie untold
Countless spin-analogies spoon-fed into my trance
Awash in sensory awe
Blind
Sound-byte z-plane imagery
Meatless talking head sandwich
Though it's nothing new
Constant underwhelming oration of the ornate
Focused on your smile
Instantly ingesting all you pull out of your ass
Awash in sensory awe
Blind to the other face
You take it in and pass it on
We are satellites
At forest edge, a maple makes its way toward earth
If no one caught the fall on tape
Silence
Stillness
Irrelevance
And it did not even happen
Awash in sensory awe
Blind to the other face
We take it in and pass it off
We are satellites
We are half-alive
We are satellites
We
