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Monday, 4 February 2013

Every Single Day



Every day I see them
Walking down the street
Waiting on buses
Standing at shop windows
On the bus
In the shops
Barely noticing the world around them
Barely acknowledging the presence of others
Barely hearing conversations
Heads bowed in reverence to their god
Every
Single
Day

Every day I see them
Blissfully unaware
Devoid of all perception
Blind to the situation they stand in
In the house
In the garden
Deaf to the world as it turns
Happily ensconced in their virtual reality
Locked in their private haven
Away from human contact
Every
Single
Day

Every single day I see it
The next evolution of man
Heads bowed in reverence
Spine misshapen through time
In my life
In your life
Extended digits through constant prayer
Scratching at the false surface of reality
Devout in the study of the deity
That sits snugly in the palm of their hand
Every
Single
Day

© Fergus Martin
2013