My Unreality Reality

Penmarks by One: Lane Fournerat

The people around
in black & white
yet with so much color
as my eyes droop
with the old age
of a 1950s film
streaking across the screen

The technology of light
as the robot
paints the glass
to tell a story
to the world
and the emotions rise
as we sit alone
in our own world

yet confined with everyone
as we sit
surrounding... making
everything happen
as we can
Can I hear
Can I hear the voice...
the voice as I makee
the words speak
with time
as the minutes fly
fly by
with the hours of
time
until the dinosaurs come
and make the holes
of the paper
trace the lines
trapped in the red
as I lay... writing
wondering...
Lost...