The little bird, it flutters near

Just beyond the cognate sphere

The rhythmic thrum, imposed regard

Punctures wisdom’s noble guard

Through the portal, clean escape

Where I control, dictate, reshape

Abstract correlation reigns

Blissfully disregard mundane
The sedative placates the soul

Submerged in isolation’s bowl

Thoughts culpable to self alone

Restrained, soothed, senseless drone
Dystopia beyond the seal

Distinguished with a passive zeal

A hollow realm of faceless ghosts

Of cold, inconsequential boasts.
Muffled pulse of passing hope

Subsumed by this kaleidoscope

That dazzles in my tunnelled view

Omnipotent, it will subdue
One, to two, to three, to four

Each action here has gone before

Complacent sigh, a warm caress

Freedom from hope’s cruel duress
Hung grapes fade, the fox relents

The mediocre represents

A life divided; charged, inert

Waiting for that next alert.