Another one from the vaults, written on September 11, 2009.
So long has it been since we
Picked up a tool
or
Curled up a fist
or
Caressed each other
We sit or lie,
Reposing endlessly,
Reacting against the imagined pressure of nothings
Simply lacking the volition to move
The screens before us stutter with light,
At times our eyes flick back and forth across them,
But less frequently as time passes
We can no longer feel our feet,
Cannot tell that the rats gnaw our toes
Our stomachs no longer rumble,
Having finally accepted that we are not listening
Our knees and elbows are rusted into place,
Our hips and shoulders will not rotate
Our genitals are swollen with imagined lusts,
But no consummation will ever return to them.
Perhaps one day, the dust that settles upon us
Will make us sneeze
And we will be either broken or arisen,
Powered by the dormant force from within us
I love how the trees
Romance in the breeze
Their lives are so
They make us feel
Like all the world is a dream
We love and we cry
We sway and they sigh
And all the time we know
They all sing a song
And so we belong
In the future
Wherever we fall