Satellite Sirens

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Greek legend and the commercial world we live in.

Submitted: June 18, 2019

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The glowing ocular of a Cyclops unbound gazes past and beyond the truth of minds eye. Finding and colliding with the material brain, that grey matter co-existing with the foggy notion of flesh and its place of want.

Met in the waves electric, their painted beauty strikes as a moment following lightenings thunder. A sad and frightening space as you compare yourself to them, the beautiful ones.

With smiles not speaking, voices sound, sweet and loud. Met in your head, it is a tune of need and loss found within you.

Close your ears as you surf through a life shown as selling, profit and ultimate perfection. Something which never existed.

Behind the scene, pushers of desire place their light at the right angle while putting a false face upon the chosen.

What is before you becons, bringing forth the illusion of perpetual youth. All the while stating that the wisdom which comes with age is meaningless, and as you grow older, only ending awaits.

The make-over, the do-over, the faux and real of a diamond existence; here it is purchased to be popular in temporary spaces alone.

Open eyes only will behold the satellite sirens as they sing a song of cravings doom.

The monster is met in the Cyclops, the way of blinding him remotely found, connecting there as a weapon of truth, found inside the button 'STOP.'


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