Robin in the Rain

An hour before sunrise cleansing rain
and the rivers of my body champagne
endless supply my bias rearranged
by ideas mainstream labels insane

the words installed into the matrix screens
like bouncing balls above each line careen
and hypnotize the traumatized agrize
immobilize by fear gore terrorized

all unsuspecting pointing shrill with blame
caught in the game unknowing filled with shame
how we’re entrained to seek our end, mute slaves
we can’t perceive reality to save

ourselves praying eyes closed to be rescued
bespelled misunderstanding distress cues
here in the drippy dawn a robin sings
cuts through the epithets a new world brings

Inspired by: Gore, Supply, Ball and Bias.

Featured image: robin with the “dark” filter.

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Victoria Stuart

I'm a poet, philosopher and inner seeker. A giver, lover and a healer who studies the heart.

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