A world off its axis
The news, it came in the morning
All over, the world woke to the discovery
We were an amazing 8 off
Happened in a flash
And that was it.
The new normal
Like flying a plane
Off center from the horizon
Like a train tilted off one track
All about to crash and burn
Except it ain’t so, or is it so.
The path, they seem crossed
At inclined perfect angles, only
sloped to cut across each other
When they might have been in
Blissful fit before, destined
To meet each other, from shores
To mountains and beyond.
The bed, my comfort and refuge,
Refused to lay for me,
I had to catch sheets, tie myself down
Roll them around in knots
Waiting to sleep.
Tired of it all, I awoke
My sheet rope still around me,
Telling me it will do my bidding
In a sloped world, gone to a new
Normal of life in angles of 82 degrees.
The newspaper, lying on the floor
Seemed no longer content
to just lie in a roll
On the floor, waiting for me to open.
It seemed ready, as a half-cocked cannon
About to shoot it’s news worthy
Cringes, utterances, mindless chatter.
Kaleidoscope of Images, noises from feeds,
Voices blaring into headsets from 5 billion
Devices, just fawning endless content,
A device strapped to our heads, unable to
Look away, trapping us with every known
Digital bit discovered that perhaps
Was meant to stay undiscovered.
It’s a world, in a new normal,
Everything is 8 degrees off,
The news, life, liberty, humanity,
Everything slides away
Bits and bytes falling off
Rolls off the edges
A digital waterfall,
Made up in a broken flat earth,
That now houses, humans
Living 8 degrees off,
Crashing each other and doing just that,
Ever and ever.