How The World Exists (on Media)

I’ve left you for another,

That is in the interest of time,

My world here,

Is without your tether

 

When there I remained glued,

A little more,

Just a taste, a tease, noteworthy

Moment of perfect blather.

 

Left me satisfied and fulfilled,

And waking the next day,

Wondering just where

I might distinguish my own reality.

 

The media machine, that nefarious

Delivery of just what I want,

Only what I desire to hear,

That place where ugliness wallow.

 

I’m lost in nature’s natural cover,

Outside the stars a shine

That never goes away,

Always a beacon of the reality of now.

 

Yet under cover of shelter,

When I listen to you,

Suddenly the stars disappear

Replaced by your incessant fear.