BLEH!

Belligerence won't do,
but maybe a new language.
A word salad of all that's wrong,
But the cogency still remains. Or not.
So what is it now?
Need some diplomacy.
No lights, no color, no sound, no smell!
And too much of this and that, all that never mattered.
An imbalance, do we see now?
So why doesn't it all fall apart?
Because it's Utopia, they say!
Where are the Salvages then?
Those humans preserved?

Days / Daze

Not quite here,
Never quite there...
In the land of in-betweens

Reminisces of what could have been
Ruminations of what could be
Always a flight from what is

A sudden twitch and a sullen smile
Nostalgia leaks through the cracks
Sense? There is none.

Where do we land when we want to fly?
Do we land at all?
Maybe it's eternal trajectory, into an empty space.