Samantha Beduschi Santana
the brain-dead hypnotized by information,
only able of rolling eyes through a surface,
clicking on windows that open,
just a matter on cyberspace,
just a matter of time
for their eyes to un-open
no knowledge that amplifies
the real being…
no love of sharing
no purpose in truly decomposing their mind,
texting blanks, living lies:
an arrow without a serpent,
a bow without its tongue
dripping poison of an un-life
the image lies on the weakness
of scrolling bars,
plagues of a lit screen,
they don’t let your body fly
they don’t let you slide your soul
to any side
but to misery
the fortress created with invisible bars:
just eyes and hands in torture
and a field of everything but
a whole screen of nothing.
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