Someone I once knew Said that people from the 1800s Were “simpler” Implying they were stupid That they didn’t have the machines That we do now For someone’s benefit When they request a static solution To a moving problem And cry when tragedy strikes And weep not from sadness But from the feeling That a machine encounters When it short circuits That immortal flesh is rotting A nurse from the 1800s Dreams from another plane Of Men and Women Who revel in their life Knowing that Death is approaching
I love nowWhen I’m not in painWhen the air is freshWhen I can say “ahorita”And it might never happenNothing to do but sit or lieWhen no one is callingWhen the screen isn’t onAnd there’s no soundBut the birds
I want to face deathWith open armsWith a full heartWith a wealth of experienceAnd knowledgeFor infinity to feast onWith an understandingOf nothingWith intensity but no panicWith laughterWith the same abandonThat I feel nowWith an offering, a giftI want to face deathAnd fight gracefullyKnowing I won’t win
Screens blinding struggling peopleAs they sitCraned necks slowly breakingNecks that feel like progressProgressing to a pointPast the toxic lakePast the drunk five and dimerAnd womenPast the ugly “art installation”That is supposed to inspire “hope”Past the full hospitalAwaking into a worldNot too far awayWhere energy isn’t feltAnd connection is just a word
A man who knowsHe will dieHow does a moment lookDifferent to himThan the analyticalLost man in the screenWho pines about machinesEven eludingThat he is machineHow does his cup of coffee tasteDifferentIs it different whenThe wind blowsThe rain startsThe seasons changeThe sun goes downIn a day or 3 yearsSandwiched betweenNow and infinityA man who knowsHe will …
Dreams From Another Plane
Someone I once knew
Said that people from the 1800s
Were “simpler”
Implying they were stupid
That they didn’t have the machines
That we do now
For someone’s benefit
When they request a static solution
To a moving problem
And cry when tragedy strikes
And weep not from sadness
But from the feeling
That a machine encounters
When it short circuits
That immortal flesh is rotting
A nurse from the 1800s
Dreams from another plane
Of Men and Women
Who revel in their life
Knowing that
Death is approaching
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