“..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
Curiosity killed the cat.
Stay in bounds.
Color between the lines.