BUBBLES
There are 8 billion bubbles
with no idea where to go
as though they were blown out of a fairy liquid hoop to mediate vertigo
But they actually exist to avoid collisions where helmets are limited to 3 dimensions
And maybe it's the alkaline that enables us to wear them without damage by oxygen
Non abrasive ones merge into union but most are sealed in self defence or self drive or just ego of self
Many commuters have died inside
Their eyes zombified
Preoccupied with staring at what others are wearing
Treading the unconscious wash
for a crack in the armour
but you can't detect an upgrade from a default when core beliefs aren't worn on sleeves
Nobody knows who favours war or peace
and community is built on tolerance not uniformity
Our perceptions contort as they interconnect in the vortex of translucent bubbles
so you can run but you can’t hide from formula of organism and utopia
That systematic regeneration of exploitable product
AKA the willing gullibility of the masses
Inside, you can change sides and turn the hardships of life into stock dreamscapes
like forever was a semester
The utility allows you to surmise, compromise, covertly rationalise daily genocide against the primal instinct to survive
in defence of the kingdom of the mind
It's your world within our world within the world
Gravitation traded for the inertia of a circle
durable enough to render you reclusive while still a full-time consumer
for only reality can invade your personal
space
as robust molecules
You are perfectly at liberty to counterbalance with insanity
or let it be anytime
anywhere
but in the moment
Economic to maintain if you exclude the depths of empathy clogged with the mist of condensed alcohol
melting the penetration of blues
camouflaging the heart of the target
the shameless graffiti of religion or predatorial algorithms for run-of-the-mill complicated hybrids
from sinners to priests to priests who are thieves
The contents of 8 billion bubbles bar two
are variants of myself and of you
Misfits with substance
befitting the nuances of each reflection equipped with bff's
Socialised till paralysed either side of the divide with
universal yet complimentary vouchers provided for suicide wether stayer or player (Epstein )
A bubble is made up of a lot of little bubbles that can only attach to bubbles
as privacy is the only collective birth right
and you can't throw a stick at
companionship
If however they clash they can pop
but you could turn a war cry into meditation and make it beautiful in the panoramic vividness of imagination
where dancing ain’t deliberate
but holistic redress
In the enigmatic fusion of cognition and human
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