Escherian Nightmare

Escherian Nightmare

violent politics are penetrating my dreams.
as the angry, armed mob closes in
a loud shot
and
a bang
awaken me.

I lie in a dark limbo
startled and disoriented.

scroll

scroll

scroll

the algorithm’s gravitational pull
sucks us deeper into a dark
                                                                                                                              hole.

           a blue moon has come
           and gone,
   yet balance
          hasn’t been restored
          (was there ever such a time?)

BANG! BANG!

dichotomies are dangerous.
outside the matrix,
diverging realities
                                                                                                coagulate
by the centrifugal force of their politics.

 




The rising tensions in the political landscape are increasingly resembling the inescapability of a dystopian narrative. QAnon ideologies have infected some I hold dear. As I feel them slipping away, I fear for them as much as I am afraid of their like-minded peers. This poem is an attempt at translating this sense of inescapability and failing morale into language.