Wednesday, February 3, 2021

USER ILLUSION

In my dreams, 
there are 
situations 

and then, 
there are feelings—

an old dog's
barking 

takes the shape 
of isolation;

a great distance 
is crossed 

at the speed of 
self-disgust.

No small 
achievements

for which 
no one 
feels responsible.

But later, 
what amalgam?

what system's 
ghost? is left 
to wonder—

which one 
is prophecy,

and which 
a skeptical 

reconsideration 
of the other?