Watching words will read you,
Willingly or not. As it were,
We’re read as readers.
Eyes watching eyes see
Watching ourselves on T.V.
A subversive narrative is only
Narrative not yet subverted.
All writing is fiction as
All perceptions are hollow.
Naked words reveal nothing.
One thought fills immensity,
Well, it may as well,
As immeasurably limited is the Id,
The psyche soundly snug
In conceptual bliss.
Emptiness laughs to see
Loneliness subverted by such
Rationalized madness and
Imaginative beliefs.
Nature clings to anything,
Latching onto whatever’s present,
Precarious as it might be,
Only hoping to survive.
People pretend their whole lives,
Acting, dressing, watching, and telling.
At ease with their lies,
If at least it makes a good story.
