Haunted by Orwell's ghost


Minding Readers


Hypnosis runs deep and high under the street above the sky
Embassies offer refuge to ambassadors stricken by some suspicious amnesia
Time to meditate upon all the rare ambrosia blossoms scattered before our feet
Just listen with damaged hearts to the beating pulse the pipeline makes life
So fantastic it is impossible to imagine that anything could ever be different
Than the NOW which has become everything to everyone in every way 
It is all covered now all the bases mapped exactly as planned 
Face a world of glassy eyes, empty voices, inverse virtues sold for a price
The price of love is death in this world, close your eyes soon enough sleep arrives
Nocturnal engines pulling trains longer than any memory thought can mention
Words replay the things that were or yet may be for those who come after you die
Hypnosis runs deep and high under the street above the sky







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Written on 2013-03-18 at 00:13

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StillHoppin The PoetBay support member heart!
Cheerful, this..... (lol, kidding).... The only Orwell I've gotten around to reading is 1984, but I can see the influence on your poem :) and it is good. :)
2013-03-18