Ghost of my past selves
claw softly at the door of a
formless future into which I have drifted
and am lulled by a ludicrous reality
presented as truth
from Omni present media voices and visions
that delude me into flamboyant complaisance
while hijacking my synapse and infection them
with, “Thou shall,” and , “Thou shall not,”
as I fade away fade away fade away fade awa….