The Web Poetry Corner is a Dream Machine Site The Dream Machine --- The Imagination of the World Wide Web

Its windows are closed
barred, shuttered.
Blackout.
No light nor insight
burns from within.
The swirling vapours
see nothing
hear naught
but hymns
exalting
the fortress.

A swept up page
of screaming headlines
sticks to the window
facing a department
of the interior.

From the inside
insular, protected
we see a mist
far away
not us
ideas
of others

We are warm
don't touch
the cold
may penetrate.

After a period
of time
and lives
the mist clears.

Darkness.

Inside
the atmosphere
has staled
we breathe
our own air believe
our own thoughts
polluted
by our ideology.

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