idiosyncracies

 
the dead notes bother me most the ones that collect at the edge of reason
making their quiet melody a song of melancholy
without making a ripple they observe watching closely on
gathering people's essences discarded as worthless creating a new being
out of something borrowed, something blue, and a darling appears as if from nowhere to fill the void in the between worlds

recognized only as a ripple in time they are keepers of visions
learning to adjust as their home world fluxes and fights to stay stable
stardust and memory they wonder at the fate of this world knowing it has seen
many transformations as we rise with technology then it seems the best and the brightest vanished along with the ability to understand the
leaps and advances that were made in the past and are now watching on
mouths agape on bated breath hoping we rise to a conclusion that makes sense

I fear we are entering an age of closing our eyes hoping technology will take over completely and we will no longer have to choose
as the communal pool of thought ripples with her polite but intrusive thoughts altering mine in an ever so slight way
she reminds me there is no place for my anger in society
and we have behavior modification meds for that