Dream Boxes
The box of sparkly dreams sends out its streams
to each of us in visions of reality
to take the place of our own real dreams,
and to suck out the art and creativity
that we all possess and substitute other's
imaginations, convenient, for free.
We can laugh, we can cry, without bothers.
In time we live by command and decree
and are so docile and compliant that we
listen to commercials that intervene
one on top of another in a chaotic jiffy
of images, collages making serene
the knowledge that this is what life represents
as bombs drop and mothers far, sing laments.
Copyright © Ahellas Alixopulos | Year Posted 2016
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