Bi-federal power, media war for reality, segregated population

Bi-federal power, media war for reality, segregated population

A Chapter by Josef Dolek

I’ve never seen me

well of course in a mirror

but when I look into space

there is nothing so clear

as a mirror

 

 I have found others who inflect

or reject all my claims

and that’s the closest I’ve tensed

to ever feeling

as same

as sane

 

we’re long lost brothers

other outlet of taste

we don’t know our mother so both begin to make claims

I can see you

in me

you’re the closest thing to a mirror that ive ever fained

but to see me

in you

you must be mistaken

I am the center of the world we are taking

 

you can hold the other side of the sail as it drapes in the wind

it drapes over my body

hold onto the fringe

 

I do things for you

so may you taste

and we grin

 

I’ll do things for us

if we’re getting kicked off the bus

 

times moving fast, im sure if we don’t last

that’s already past

 

keep treading the sand width

 

I cant breath without you

the wind wont sail and im featless without you

 

my side has turned frail

theres no sheet left without you

 

 

 

 the nucleaus go stale

if  seed not found root

 

forgotton all could God too

 

if I see we

me sees through

we’re currently speaking

 

the time is now young to expect what we’ve done

lets start counting backwards from

how many laps to the sun

its been a long day can i hop on board now?

 

to the sun giving grace  surrounded by fear

I cast the shadow because I am here in the way

you can go through me said the earth to the sun 

ill make sure your sun rays don't go to waste 

ill process the light 

so may sometimes be none

 

we’ve been your feauture frame

ill stick around

blast my shadow to space

and maybe if someone out there sees a blink in the sun

they'll know its a wink

asking for fun

a passing sphere on a speck of delight 

 

thanks for the place

and the centripetal taste

 

like to come home now

show us the gate

 

theres only one gate

at the center of the swirl

 

we cant all fit through

but only as one

ethnicity fruit

 

origin boost




© 2018 Josef Dolek


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