Moai

In silent stone and blinded eyes their monuments to their own wasted lives as quiet as unpredictable they stand in lines all animated in the hopeful waiting for the all surpassing time Touching the sky and feeling the earth buried knee deep in throw away filth wondering and deceiving on the meaning of it all given electromagnetic freedom but still trapped in digital prisons life is but a trip from which the angels fall Standing on their islands what are they waiting for a chance at really living and escaping those institutional walls giving up their world giving up their lives parading themselves in obedient lines all animated in the wishful of buying some surpassing time all creation made as equal all creation waiting to survive Their statues are the tombstones of who they never were remember this hypocrisy of dying before your born mere spontaneous projections speechless while adorned in the sacred word emotions in the silent stone life blinded in their eyes never understanding never comprehending why What was any of it for All creation made as equal all of Gods creation waiting to survive