quiescence, some semblance
* in the heart of the metaphorical forest, swirling at 4X the speed of sound
an incessant, low hum lulls every joined mind in the hive spinning off into erratic arcs, the sub-conscious sapients aching
to simulate media-ted scenarios in virtual vistas, vetted by invisible svengalis - as it feels so good to belong & it looks so cool!
only upon repeated exposure to unaffiliated creators' unabashed output written
filmed
or performed live
does the hum cease, the intemperate spin abate allowing independent ambulation
out of & away from a simulation back into grass-lined backyards, national parks & tended or untended fields & meadows gracing the heartland.
make time for a jaunt to your own trieste; better yet, score a creative's ride on a bike to an inspiring space - a short glide at the least; then pause & reflect on this tome - or the like; experience quiescence, some semblance of peace. * 9/21 - lebuc - quiescence, some semblance
