I have this task I must complete,
To write, endure nightmares while I sleep,
And put in words to woven thread
Those dark images in my head,
But if the ink begins to dry
With gods giving “push” on this elbows might
Knowing they I would have written lies,
Then we all lose the fight.
To keep the area clean of thoughts
Which secure themselves like mildew rots
That seek to keep the eye looking left
While on the right, the enemy has crept,
I have enslaved myself to this task
That a year now has passed
Since I last saw the light of day
Putting the good in mankind away
Like hermits do in internets
Which inform to misinform placid prefects
The difference is, I dreamt this dream,
And they created dull burns from heavy steam.
And, in this dream, the world is gone
The park is empty, the leaves have run
The summer pool’s gone dry
And life is in a box waving goodbye
There are no words to speak,
Voices have typed themselves weak,
And without that cheery sound
There remains no one around.
At last, they know what they create
With their sturdy fingers all these lies mate
Multiply for every eye every day
But ’tis no creation that takes everything away.