“..there is always soma, delicious soma, half a gramme for a half-holiday, a gramme for a week-end, two grammes for a trip to the gorgeous East, three for a dark eternity on the moon…” Aldous Huxley – Brave New World

Passing days, passion fades

intensity peels off in layers like onion skin.

Blunted, muffled, tamped down.


Stuffing cotton gauze in gaping wounds.


Hazy dreamy reality

smug, warm and content.


Nothing can penetrate the veneer

safe in the cocoon of ignorance.


Challenges to status quo rebuffed.

Never question, each day filled

with hermetically sealed and

sterilized packages.


Curiosity killed the cat.

Stay in bounds.

Color between the lines.

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