Artificial Light

Written by: Michael Smith

Sailing along on edge
Convenience, forgotfulness
Wayward beliefs once simple
A world supposedly, not flat

Then, tell me...
Why are we falling
Bruised eyes, off peering
Life, living lies
In this thing called internet

Where is hope 
Stretched out
In a few ample strokes
What are these answers
Like, Unlike
Are they not, or people

Our future screaming
But I can't hear it
What is it saying
Emotionless, eager, finger button beggar
Through every window out 
Leering in petrified desire 

For a moment just look away...
At a stack of books
In the corner decorate
Almost higher
Than a
Inch fifty LCD or Plasma

From this...
Are angry shadow ghosts
Childeren fading
Become plastic models 
Lose or, die
But hey, It's not you, so it's okay

And anyway, it's in the public
Forum "Right?"
You know “Youtube”
Facebook, Twitter minutes to fame

Let's just roll ourselves upward
Into a corpse of glamour
Turn up the music 
Ever louder
Drown out the evil voices
Dancing naked risque

Sailing off this edge is floating 
Within the numb
Bombarded to swallow it all
Red or blue rainbows upon our tongues
A bitter world of pill 
Worshiping the drug

Or be bulimic
Pretend to have faith
Purge at end of day
Whisper “I'm sorry” forgiveness
Pray, while continue falling 
Dream comforts night

Then, begin a morning
Off alarms
On Pods,Pads and back
To artificial light

One last question
Do you think from where Steve Jobs is at
That he truly cares...
About the newest Apple app

Or does he laugh
Knowing only we can create
The world which surrounds us
Be it round or be it flat
And still it keeps spinning